Nefretiri
Was I willing to die on this hill?
That was the question I kept asking myself, but it's been an hour and a half, and I still don't know the answer. I was angry at Ivan for being such a hypocrite, and I was mad at myself for falling into the trap I'd set myself up for. That was a bad combo because it meant I wasn't about to apologize.
Should I have talked to Ivan about my conversation with Monica and Noah during dinner? Probably, but that road went two ways.
It's the reason I didn't fight when Ivan told Vince to take me home. I couldn't be around my mate, which had nothing to do with how good he smelled.
The pheromones, or whatever it was, felt almost like heat, but there wasn't any pain compelling me to mate. Instead, it just made me horny as fuck, which wasn't a good feeling when you're pissed at the person you want.
