God, I hated dragons.
I rushed out of the room as he touched me, pushing my knees into his groin. What a bastard to think he could just vanish for three days and talk to me like – like – I was so angry, so infuriated, my thought chains were broken.
He messed with my head, with my feelings. He threw everything. I knew on its head and left me confused. Maybe Adela was right. Maybe I thought I knew things which I had no idea about because I had missed him.
I hated him – or maybe I just convinced myself I did because when I thought of him, I got this warm feeling in my gut – similar to that which Elliot used to make me feel. But this time, it was more intense, more pronounced. I wanted him. There was no denying the things he did to my body – the things I wanted him to do to my body, drea
