Felicia’s POV
I wanted to get my head straight. I wanted him to put my collar back on. I wished there were a magic button or a magic pill that could undo the last 22 months so that my brain would be right. It wasn’t right. Not even close. My thinking that I was guarding myself and protecting it? I was so wrong.
I didn’t know how wrong I was until I got out and tried to find function. I wanted to ask him why he called me angel. Did he call every girl that?
I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to take me. Hard. No. I needed him to take me. I needed s*x so bad it was going to kill me if I didn’t get it soon.
His scent, his warmth, even the sound of his breathing…when I was in bed with him the last few nights it was so comforting. It was the safest I’d felt in more than 22 months, maybe
