EMILY
I pressed my back into the door, my hand to my chest to stop my heart from jumping out of my chest. For a moment I thought he would ask to enter my room and I didn’t know if I would be able to say no.
Not after what I’d done.
My skin still hummed, hypersensitive from the aftermath of my little “moment” in the bath. I covered my face, groaning into my palms as embarrassment bloomed hot across my cheeks. What the hell was I thinking? Maybe I’d stayed in the water too long. Maybe there was something in it. Hallucinogens. s*x pollen. Literally anything would make more sense than being… turned on by him.
By Nicholas.
I’d read enough messed-up crime stories to know where this was heading. Stockholm Syndrome. Great. I was becoming one of those women who fall in love with their captor.
