““Holl?” Seth turned over. “Where you going?” “Home. Sorry. Go back to sleep.” I pulled on my sweatpants. “But we have all night.” He pushed to his elbows. “I know. I can’t.” My voice sounded hoarse, hollow. “I don’t feel good. I’m sorry.” I lurched for the door. I needed to get out, get away. As far away from here as possible. She was in me, in my blood, invading every cell in my body. She was the one I wanted. She was the one I saw, felt, desired. This was wrong. He was wrong. It was all so wrong. (Chapter. 12)””
