65. Delaney
CHAPTER 65
Delaney
I ’m sitting on the front porch with a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, staring out at the beauty of autumn. It’s been twenty-four hours since I had sex with the masked man, and my pussy is still tender from it.
Nostalgia fills me as I stare at the vibrant colors. I appreciate everything the masked man has done for me, including fucking me like an animal. But I let him come inside me, and it’s been weighing heavy on my mind.
I’m on the pill, so I’m not worried about being pregnant. Of course, there’s the fear of diseases, but that’s not what’s bothering me. It’s the fact that I allowed another man to come inside me that causes a long sigh to fall from my lips.
Memories of the past swirl inside my head as tears slide down my cheek. “Goodbye, Zayne,” I whisper, the sound being carried away by the breeze that has me pulling my blanket a little tighter around me.
Zayne is the only man who has ever come inside me… until last night.
I know I’m a fool for feeling this way. We’ve been over for fifteen years.
The pain of him kissing that woman inside his father’s bar was seared into my eyelids. I was haunted by it, getting no relief for months. My heart ached so fucking bad I nearly had Callie take me to the ER to ensure I wasn’t having a heart attack.
It took me years to get over him.
Judging by the pain inside my chest right now, I never did.
I just learned to live with the heartache.
“It’s time to move on. It’s silly holding onto the past.”
Maybe that’s the reason I’m here. Fate decided to bring me back, knowing tragedy was the only way I’d set foot in this town.
But if this is closure, why do I feel as depressed as I did the day I ran from Green Haven?