Page 29 of Craving Francesca

Panic gripped me by the throat as I slid my thighs together beneath the blankets. Sticky. Oh, god.

“What the fuck?” I blew, scrambling off the bed. “What the fuck?”

“What?” Scott barked, sitting straight up in bed. “What is it?”

“You—you—” I couldn’t even get the words out. I was standing naked in the center of my bedroom, and I didn’t know what to do or where to look.

“Jesus,what?”

“You didn’t wear a fucking condom,” I spat, throwing it at him.

I expected him to be shocked. Surprised. Embarrassed. Ashamed.Anything. Instead, he just shrugged.

“We’re together, right?” he asked. “It’s not like I’m sleeping with anyone else.”

My mouth dropped open in disbelief. He wasn’t even looking at me. Wouldn’t meet my eyes.

With a sinking feeling, I stared at him, trying to remember if I knew for sure that he’d been wearing them. He always pulled one out. He kept one in his wallet, and I had some in my bedside table. He always reached for one, always ripped it open and put it on, but I couldn’t remember if I’d paid attention to whether or not he was still wearing one when he was inside me.

My stomach roiled with nausea.

“Have you done this before?” I asked, my voice raw.

Scott scoffed like I was being crazy, and Iknew.

“Get out,” I hissed, staring at him in horror.

“You’re—”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Frankie—”

“GET OUT!” I screamed, my voice breaking.

“I don’t know why you’re so worked up,” Scott said placatingly, pushing the blankets off his thighs. The sight of his naked body made mesick.

“Frank?” Bas called from outside the door.

“Get out of my house,” I growled at Scott. “Get your shit and get away from me.”

“Seriously?” Scott asked, standing. “Let’s just—”

“Get out,” I screeched. Why was he still talking? Why wasn’t he getting dressed?

My door slammed open so fast that it slammed into the wall.

“You need help?” Bas asked darkly, glaring at Scott.

“This is between me and Frankie,” Scott snapped, pulling on his boxers.

“You okay, doll?” Bas looked at my face, deliberately looking nowhere else, and I started crying when I realized I was still standing there naked.

“I want him out,” I choked out, grabbing a hoodie off the floor to clutch to my chest.

“You heard her,” Bas said as Scott started to protest. “Get out, or I’llput youout.”

He must have read the violence in Bas’s voice because Scott didn’t even bother putting on his shirt or coat before he bailed.

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