A stunned gasp leaves Luna.
I know I’m being aggressive, but I can’t help it. I’m moments away from exploding. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s foreign to me and I wonder if that’s because I’ve never felt this way about another woman before.
Luna is a danger to me in every way possible and I don’t care.
When she reads my resolve, she turns on the clock radio and searches for a station. When she hears Mozart, she leaves it on. My eyes never leave her as she drags a chair to the middle of the room.
“Sit.”
I do as she orders.
Mozart sounds soft and when Luna begins to move to the music, I clench my hands into fists on my thighs to stop myself from touching her. She chose this piece, knowing my background, knowing what it would do to me.
Usually, I would be focusing on the changes
