Dimitri's POV
I sat in my office at school, Blair's diary gawked open and stared at me in disapproval on my desk, knowing I'd crossed a line by taking it, AGAIN.
After she was so hurt, I took it the first time, but I was unable to stop myself from reading through. What I found destroyed the last of my defenses—page after page of her desires, her herded thoughts, her fantasies that mirrored my own exactly.
"I wonder if he knows how much I think about him. If he’s also unable to sleep because his mind replays every little moment we've shared. Sometimes I dream he comes to my room, and we don't have a single thing to hide. He pins me against the wall and kisses me until I forget how to breathe. That his hands—"
I slammed the diary shut, my body responding violently to her words. Jesus Chr
