1. Lie
It had been him.
That night it had been him, not Gordon, who kissed her, touched her, held her, loved her.
She liked Gordon, but it was not the same. When she closed her eyes, a pair of porcelain lips had been the ones to meet hers. Two hands covered in black gloves had been the ones that touched her. And the arms of the man who was practically a stranger to her had been the ones to hold her.
As strange as it sounded, as sick as it was, it was the reality.
And as much as she hated it, it was only a lie.
