~MILLIE~
Oh, sweet mother Mary of all things godly… like… like… oh… Goddamn it!! Why can’t I think of anything godly! Thinking of Holy things was a sure way of purifying my mind, right? I needed to divert my attention off… him, but I was failing miserably. My palms started to sweat, and my unbrushed hair began to cling to the nape of my neck as my skin clammed into a tacky mess. What the hell is going on? I needed a cold shower!
I tried to move my gaze, but I couldn’t. Was I under a spell or was I just feeling hormonal? I was tired, I knew that much… Maybe that’s it, I was exhausted, hungover and hormonal…
I watched with reluctantly intense eyes as he moved closer into the room. Oh, good lord, was that a fanny flutter?
It happened again…
Yup, that was definitely a fa
