HARPER
I curled myself like a centipede on the floor of my room, struggling to understand how a single touch from him turned my rationale into dust.
No matter how hard I tried to fight off a reaction to his touch, my body always won the battle and gave in, it was exhausting. The memories wouldn’t leave me because of the immense pleasure I derived, and I was running out of ideas on how to block out the pleasure.
I couldn’t trust myself around him, and for someone that had successfully stayed away from anything remotely s****l for all my life, it was infuriating that I lost control with the one person I hated like never before.
Maybe, if we were simply classmates, it wouldn’t feel as shameful to give in to him, but we were basically family, so it felt awfully wrong to be squirming and cu
