Rhysand.
I’m watching Rain leave feeling like a lovesick puppy and clenching my fists not to reach out for her. She slips out of the car, flushed and crumpled. The air she leaves behind smells of her perfume and the s*x we just had and I can’t get enough of it.
The cold prickle I feel at her anger fills me with doubt. Did I take it too far so soon?
Was my mushroom not ready?
I was barely thinking when I saw her on the verge of tears that my brother no doubt caused. I just wanted her to stop thinking about that loser for one f*****g second. This frantic, reckless passion is new, even for me. And I fear I’ve maybe pushed her too far and ruined it all.
But the way she moaned my name tells me all hope might not be lost.
Through the rear view mirror I catch her digging through her purse
