Chapter 115

FEYRE

What she is saying might be making sense in her sex-riddled brain, but I still have a few working brain cells and I know there is no way that will end well. We are the same person—literally—and even if she takes control and he sees that, what’s to say I won’t take it back in the middle of whatever is going on?

Maybe I am scared for me. I know I am not strong enough to resist him.

It reminded me of this morning that I'd woken up and he was just coming out of the shower, the towel wrapped loosely around his narrow waist. Droplets of water on his naked chest, his hair wet and falling over his face and eyes. He kept pushing it back with his hands, the muscles of his arms flexing and the throbbing in my clit getting worse as I imagined those hands doing things to me.

I just know he is skilled with them.

The man was ripped. I mean, I’d been against him, and I felt it, but somehow the sight of him, all wet and tempting... I almost salivated, and if I was