Mason lay on the cold, lumpy sand inside the tent with an arm thrown back beneath his head, thinking over what he had just done. He was exhausted, and his head ached, but now he couldn't quiet his mind.
He had learned long ago, that first night in the barn with Ilona, that she didn't have experience with the opposite sex. Not like he did. So he should've known better than to dump her off him like some discarded thing. He should have known that she wouldn't understand, and it would only hurt her.
He hadn't thought, though. He had acted quickly and stupidly, concerned more with stopping himself before he went too far with her. He should've never let things go that far to begin with.
