MORIA
That…Bastard!!
He says I started it.
When he backs away from me with a smirk and leaves me panting and more turned on than I have ever been in my life, that is what he tells me.
That I started it.
In response I want to tell him he’s a lying, self righteous, egotistical Jerk.
Those exact words in that exact order.
But when I try to open my mouth, nothing comes out and it becomes clear that my voice and my common sense had held hands when they walked out on me.
Still seated on the counter top where a second ago Tristen had all but reduced me to a quivering mess, I try and fail to think up ways to stop shaking.
Telling myself it is anger is almost effective but only just.
He had barely touched me.
And yet my throat is dry and I have to press my thighs together to try and get
