~ Anyssa’s Pov ~
“You don't want to touch me? Why?”
“I can't, Anyssa. I know that if you were in your right mind, you wouldn't be asking this.”
“What do you mean? We've f****d before.”
“And that was different because we both wanted it then, and because we both needed pleasure…not this.”
“This? Wow,” I responded, stepping back and putting on my robe.
“You're still mad at me about what happened in the office.”
“I'm not mad,” I lied.
“Yes, you are. You bottle up your feelings and look for distractions. This is a distraction. I know you wouldn’t want to have s*x with me on those terms.”
I swallowed loudly, drifting my eyes away from him. Yes, I am mad. But…I need this distraction, you see. I live on distractions to eliminate my hurt, my pain. That’s all I know how to do.
“What’s wron
