Emma
I planned on sticking to my guns and not giving in so easily... The last thing I wanted was to look like a pushover. To make it seem like I allowed this kind of behavior toward me, and that he could hurt me without any consequence... I wanted to appear strong. I wanted to teach him a lesson, and ensure that the way he made me feel when he walked out that door would be the last time he ever made me feel that way again...
I was ashamed to admit that my stance on standing my ground collapsed instantly the moment my temperature rose and the pain of my heat combined with the electricity of his cool flesh against mine drove me insane. I knew he was my door to relief, and I took it...
Every moment we spent together since that first moment we met at Burning Moon flashed through my mind...
