I sat on the bed, my hands clenching the sheets, fighting the burning shame that coiled around me. The fog had finally lifted, the haze of mindless lust that had pulled me under clearing away, leaving only the raw, ugly memories of what I'd done. I had been desperate, crawling for any touch I could find, throwing myself at anyone within reach. Even Valerie—I had kissed her, touched her, let my hunger twist me into something unrecognizable, a hollow shell of who I'd thought I was. I was pathetic, broken beyond repair.