TANYA’S POV
I opened the door to his home office a crack and peeked into it. He wasn't there, and I groaned. According to what Maria told me, he should still be home by now, so why, today of all days, should he not follow that schedule?
It's funny that I was looking for him after two days of avoiding him. Anytime my mind went to the last night we spent together, I was filled with shame. What was wrong with me?
This was someone who had nearly killed me, and I not only let him into my room, I let him touch me. I felt him, too, like none of that ever happened. Either I was seriously deranged or foolish.
And I kept wondering why he treated me like he did. Well, because he knew I was weak-willed and easily led. And I wouldn't say I liked that too.
What would it have taken me to slam the do
