*Esmé’s POV*
My stomach has been doing this weird fluttery thing since I came out of my bedroom and saw him glaring at me. When he demanded that I sit next to him because I didn’t know how to dress in front of me, I was livid, but at the same time, my stomach fluttered, my heart rate increased, and I got wet between my legs. When he went to leave and whispered in my ear, it almost made me have an orgäsm. How does he have this power over me and my body? It beats me. But I will not let that bother me. I will pack my bag tonight, and I will be heading to Italy tomorrow morning. I am confident that I will find my next fūck boy over there.
I pulled the luggage out of my closet, threw it over on the bed, then began throwing shīt on it. I made sure to pack enough of my silk pajama sets. I love
