I Left My Heart On Sirius

Waking up to find you've slept with your sworn enemy—what do you do?

Kevin Kirby and I had never gotten along. He was my best friend's older brother, and he had always had it out for me, constantly watching for chances to pick on me.

But I was born with a rebellious streak. Just because he was a few years older than me didn't mean I would lower my head and admit fault.

We had mocked and insulted each other for years. When things got bad, I even used to jump on his back and hit him with all I had.

We were at each other's throats, but somehow we still ended up doing something that never should have happened.

When I woke up, I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth to keep myself from making a sound. I carefully lifted the blanket, slipped out of bed, picked up the clothes scattered across the floor, threw them on without thinking, and bolted for the door without looking back.

But just as I passed the bed, a hand grabbed me hard.

I struggled, trying to break free from Kevin's grip.

But his large hand came up and wrapped around my neck. In one smooth motion, he yanked me back onto the bed like it took no effort at all.

I landed hard, dizzy from the impact. When I looked up, I saw fury burning in his deep eyes. His face, already cold as ice on a normal day, now looked absolutely terrifying.

"What the hell did you do to me last night?" he demanded.

"What are you so mad about? I'm the one who should be angry! I lost my virginity last night, and it was with you! If anyone should be mad, it's me!" I shot back.

I was furious. My own family had knocked me out, and I had ended up sleeping with the man I hated most. If anyone had the right to be pissed, it was me.

"You ruined my clothes too! And you still have the nerve to be angry at me? I haven't even made you pay for that yet!"

After I said that, Kevin's jaw tightened brows knitting, and his dark eyes burned with the fury like a predator ready to strike.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I shoved him with all my strength, and leapt off the bed, bolting for the door without a second thought.

"Sarah!"

I heard Kevin yell my name, but I turned around, made a face at him, and snapped, "What are you looking at? Your skills were garbage. I wasn't impressed. I never want to see you again!"

Once I escaped his room, I lowered my head and looked at my phone, heart aching as memories of last night rushed back.

The one who had knocked me out was my father, my family, the people I had trusted most.