Taylor
By the time I got dressed and found the courage to head downstairs, I was an emotional mess. I was trying to find something presentable with the clothes his sister had abandoned, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Tatum. Never in my life had anyone ever gotten me as flustered as he had.
I felt like a hormonal teenager eager to get herself off at the first man willing to take a second look at her, and it was incredibly disturbing. How was I supposed to stay focused if the smell of him made my thighs press together with anticipation.
Get yourself together. What the fuck is wrong with you?!
The constant mental reprimands were a little much, but it was the only thing I knew to do to keep myself sane in the moment.
Maybe it was from when I fed off him.
Maybe whatever he was, was making me this way.
