Evelyn was shaky as she pulled a chair out and carefully lowered herself onto it. She heard the front door close and felt tears sting her eyes, but she blinked them back.
She had done it again.
She’d given in without a fight and let him use her body as he always did. She’d wanted him to do it. How could she have reacted so strongly to him when she had been so angry? What was that? It had been almost violent, nothing like how it usually was between them, even when she wanted it a little rough. It had been terrifying how she had gone from one powerful emotion to another so seamlessly until she hadn’t been able to distinguish between love and hate. Because she was sure she felt a bit of that for him now.
A little bit of hate for making her love him. A little bit of hate for how he so easi
