Chapter Eighteen. Davina.
Oh, my word! What a day. My mind has been in a whirlwind of emotions. Mars, holding my hand all day, has really thrown me for a loop. Never more so, than when he declared, he didn’t want to let it go. It has been so confusing. Attempting to keep my emotions in check has been an epic failure, because I feel a connection to him, you only ready in romance novels.
Crazy?
Yes, trust me, I know.
To be honest, I am glad he has gone out for his run because it gives me some breathing space, and time to get my mind and my body back under control. Being around him makes common sense fly out the window, it is hard to think, and difficult to breathe, which is problematic, to say the least.
Did I feel protected by Mars when dealing with that perv at archery? I would be
