After My Fake Death, My Ex Begged Too Late

After taking my virginity, Oscar wiped the thin sheen of sweat from my temple, indulgent and slow.

"Baby," he murmured, "give Meryl your direct-admission spot at Kingsley University."

I stared at him. "What did you just say?"

"She was crying underneath me, all pathetic. I was still worked up, so I just told her yes."

Every drop of blood in my body went cold. "And if I say no?"

He laughed softly, folded my hand into his, and unlocked his phone.

The video that filled the screen was us. Minutes ago. Tangled together.