Chapter 25: Strange Encounter
~ Gwen ~
Ever since that afternoon in the Wildling Woods—the afternoon I crossed a line I never thought I’d even touch—my head has been a mess. I can’t stop thinking about Yates. Not just the s*x, though the memory of it is so vivid it makes my skin itch, but the sheer, raw passion of it. It’s become an obsession. I catch myself staring into space, reliving the way he looked in the gray light of the forest, lost in the magnetic pull that seems to exist only between the two of us.
When he told me not to tell Fanny, I felt a sharp jab of resentment. It was a cold reminder of reality. But then I’d remember the heat of his hands, the broad line of his shoulders, and the way his blue eyes seemed to burn right through me, and my anger would dissolve into a hollow
