Chloe’s POV
My thoughts had become so predictable of late that I didn't even need to ruffle my hypothetical feathers or see Kyle before thoughts of him filled my head.
Well, how could I not? He’d managed to make me hate myself more than I thought possible, he’d also awakened a part of me that I didn't realize existed and now that I wanted nothing more than to shut her out… it wasn't working.
I mourned the person I used to be.
The one who wouldn't have given Kyle a second glance no matter what he did. The one who’d have been absolutely revolted by his advances and his touch. The one that would’ve made a decision to never speak to him or be seen in his company and kept to it.
This new me was weak, filled with an insatiable lust and desire that he could easily trigger, and truthfully?
