I’m hurting his feelings? Like seriously, the i***t had the audacity to complain that I was hurting his feelings?
I didn’t blame him though. He didn’t know who I was. He thought that I was his newest conquest, the new girl that would grace his bed.
The bastard!
Without much ado, I flinged his arm away, my face scowling, unable to help the expression this time around.
Quickly, I retrieved a handkerchief from my bag and cleaned my hand, the exact spot where he had touched.
As I cleaned, I cussed, aware that tears were beginning to brim in my eyes. Another side effect of the drugs? I didn’t know. But I kept on cleaning my hand, becoming unaware of my surroundings, until Diana laid a hand on my busy hand, halting my frantic motions, driving me back to consciousness.
There was expl
