“Love, I’m so sorry.” “I’m all right, really,” said Freya, wiping away the tears. “It’s okay. It was only the one night—we both knew that, no surprises. I don’t know why I’m crying. I think it’s…under other circumstances, you know, we could have been quite…” She bit her lip. “There’s really no chance?” said Mia, brow furrowed. Freya shook her head, clearing her throat. “He’s very defensive, determined to protect himself. And that’s fine—I knew that before I slept with him. I don’t want a relationship either. But I didn’t expect him to be quite so…lovely.” Mia and Grace exchanged another glance. Freya shook her head. “Don’t. I’m just tired. I wanted hot sex, and I got hot sex. I’m not complaining, really.” Grace’s lips curved. “How hot was it?” Freya’s cheeks burned, but she smiled sheepishly.
