“She texted me, okay? Look, if you don’t believe me.” He tosses his phone on the sheets and runs a hand through his hair. “She lives in the building. She would’ve just shown up here if I hadn’t replied.”

I stare at him, which seems to freak him out a little bit. Uncertainty flickers across the face that belongs to my biggest weakness. Then, I turn the lamp on, toss the covers off, and climb out of bed. We’re both naked, but I don’t let myself look at his body.

There are a few drops of blood on the sheets, which I do look at. In other circumstances, I’d be embarrassed by the sight. If this had happened with Logan, I’d have offered to wash them.

I hope Gray can’t get the stain out. That he has to go buy OxiClean and washes them with hot water.

His gaze flickers to the crimson spots as well, then back to me as I pull on my bra and underwear before I start hunting for my shoes.

“What are you doing?” His voice is wary, like he’s dealing with a live bomb. He has no idea.

“Leaving.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“So?” I locate my pants and sit on the edge of the bed to pull them on.

“Evie.” He exhales. “You’re overreacting.”

“No.” I stand and yank on my shirt. “I’m reacting.”

Gray climbs out of bed and pulls on his boxers before walking over to me. “Don’t act like we’ve been dating since preschool and this was some magical moment. Listen, I’ve—you knew this was…” He scrubs a hand across his face. “This was a mistake.”

Just what every girl wants to hear after losing her virginity to the guy she’s lusted after since preadolescence.

“This was a mistake.”

I straighten to my full five feet nine inches and pin him with a harsh glare. “No. You listen. You might fuck every girl with perky boobs and a weakness for green eyes, but I don’t treat sex with the same level of emotion as a handshake. I trusted you, Gray. I’ve known you since I was five. Yeah, I knew what this was. I gave up on you falling in love with me a long time ago. And, yeah, I set this mistake in motion. I wasn’t expecting rose petals or a magical moment. All I expected was some respect afterward, and you couldn’t even manage that. So, fuck you, Grayson Michael Phillips.” I shove his chest and yank on my shirt. “And don’t you dare say that I already did.”