ELEANOR
It all happened so fast. One moment, I was lost in Armando's grip, drowning in whatever this twisted attraction was, and the next, I snapped out of it—like ice-cold water had been poured on my face.
"What the hell am I doing?" I muttered under my breath, suddenly disgusted by the situation.
My skin crawled just thinking about how close I had come to completely losing myself.
I pushed him away hard, shoving him back as far as I could. My hands shook, but I tried to keep my voice steady.
"I... I need to go," I said quickly, not caring how abrupt I sounded. "This is getting out of hand. Goodnight, Mr. Armando." The words felt sharp and dismissive on my tongue.
I didn't wait for a response—I didn't care what he thought. I just turned and headed straight for the stairs, my heart
