Eli
I don’t sleep. Not really. My eyes close, but my mind won’t shut off. The things Ronan said keep playing on a loop. The things he didn’t say echo even louder.
I’d be begging. Bleeding. Too sore to stand. And I want it. Gods help me, I want it so much I can barely think straight.
Even now, long after he left, I can still feel the weight of him on top of me. The heat of his breath in my ear. The hunger in his voice.
You’d cry. You’d scream. You’d lose track of time.
And he said it like a warning, but all I heard was a promise.
I’m so screwed.
When the sun finally rises, I’m already up. My body aches, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in my chest. I need to move. To do something. To shut off the constant spiraling in my head.
So I train. Hard.
Jace is already on the field, s
