GINA
I sighed with contentment as I stared at my ceiling. This was the first time I was waking up well rested. With no urgency of performing chores at the kitchen where Roberto would scream my ear off with his nagging. My headache was non-existent and I felt better than I did yesterday. I guess I had Atticus to thank for that. Atticus. My face fell at the thought of him.
The words he told me yesterday before going to his chambers, replayed over and over and I felt anger and lust, desire and need. The rush of emotions was unnerving, electrifying. First he chooses to be kind to me and then berates me for being kind to me. Truth be told, he was the most confusing human being on the planet.
My body awoke from the memory of his touch. His hands on my breasts. Rubbing and squeezing. It felt
