-Molly's POV-
I was hiding from Scott. I could lie to everyone else, but it made no sense to lie to myself.
I had gone antique shopping with my mother, something I would never truly want to do normally. All of this just so I could avoid Scott when he woke up.
Why?
Well, that was a damned good question. Was I embarrassed by what happened last night? Yes, But not for the reasons I felt I should be embarrassed. I was mortified by my begging and pleading. I knew I should be more embarrassed by WHOM I was begging.
But I just couldn't bring myself to feel it. My rational mind kept reminding me we were two consenting adults not related by blood AT ALL.
But every time I thought about last night, my words would play over and over again in my head, and a flush would race through me.
