GINA
Lets ignore the fact that I was grumpy or the fact that I still wanted to relax beneath my blanket and still catch more sleep or maybe it was the fact that I was still sulking about what Atticus pulled yesterday. Yes, I held a grudge and it was something that I wasn't intending to forget. He left me horny, craving more, then high and dry and withering inside. Who the hell would even forgive that? The occasional smug smirks he sent my way didn't make it better. It made it worse. I was wanted him to burn. I was high on my thirst for revenge and believe when I said, I was going to find a very creative way to get back at me.
I had almost yelled my frustration when Rosa hopped on my bed, alarming and bringing back to consciousness. My eyes were still heavy lidded with sleep and my muscle
