AMELIA
I couldn’t look at myself when I came back home. I didn’t like the guy, yet I allowed him to turn me on. And now I couldn’t even stop thinking about him. Aaargh! So annoying.
Why did I always have to be attracted to the wrong men? Seemed like all the Alpha jerks drew me like a magnet. The Moon Goddess was for sure against me. I didn’t intend to meet Tristan again. What he did was plainly rude.
“You should give him at least some credit. You can’t deny that you extremely enjoyed what he was doing.” Um, was I getting crazy? I just spoke to myself in some strange accent. Must have been the sleeping deficit. Getting up before 4am and then spending most of the day with super hyper kids was pretty exhausting.
“Hihihi…” Someone just giggled in my head! This wasn’t fun anymore. What if
