Chapter Twenty-Seven
It happened again.
That thing where your body reacts before your head catches up. Where you tell yourself to stay strong, not to feel the things that leave you confused and angry and lustful, but it still does anyway.
Uninvited.
Unwanted.
I shouldn’t want him the way I do. I know that. It’s stupid and pointless and so damn risky. But then there are these moments… these split-seconds, really, where I swear he’s holding back just to torture himself.
Or maybe I’m the one who likes to be tortured.
I can’t let my sanity slip through my fingers. Not when it’s clear he’s more conflicted than I am.
P x
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