Catherine and Henry, Part 9


Despite the frenzied kisses and whispered apologies, Tom was far from off the hook. I was putting it down to a momentary lapse of concentration brought on by wild rage and jealousy. Slapping Tom had not been a surprise to me. He had absolutely deserved that, for the childish disregard that had gone on for weeks, for basically calling me a whore, for provoking a reaction out of me by acting like a complete whore himself. No, I definitely had not forgiven him yet.

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