CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINE NIGHT HORRORS

JADE’S POV Unbridled shame—those are the words I would use to explain how I'm feeling at this point, and it's not even a word. I know that the word that can describe how I'm feeling exactly hasn't been created, so we'll just have to go with utter humiliation. Throughout my life, I've engaged in numerous acts of craziness, but last night was a completely different experience, and I now comprehend why my mind continued to stifle my thoughts. I would've preferred it if I just forgot everything that happened or if my memories were wiped because it's better than knowing what actually happened. Now, I can't help but feel so embarrassed—more embarrassed than I've ever been. So this is how it went: he brought me back here in the back seat of the car and was polite by carrying my half-dead body into his arms, then to the house. As loudmouthed as I was, I voiced my thoughts and told him that he smelled wonderful—something I could have kept to myself and taken to the grave. He replied that