#Chapter 89 – Confrontations

Kent leans against the wall outside of Fay’s room for a moment after he leaves, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath through his nose. That girl… She’s going to be the death of me, that girl, Kent thinks as he clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth. It had been…so fucking difficult. So damn hard to turn away from her in there, as she pulled every piece of her clothing off and tossed them carelessly to her floor. It had taken a level of self-restraint that, frankly – after yesterday, in the barn – he had thought he’d lost. But he’d done it. He’d refused to look at her as she had walked naked past him, as she climbed into her shower and let the water run all over her body, through her hair, telling him all about her ridiculous night with that boy. But even as Kent thinks of it now, pushing himself up from the wall and opening his eyes so he can resume his day, he has to admit that Ivan is not ridiculous. Kent knows that Ivan’s romantic relationship with Fay is…inconvenient. He