#Chapter67
The Agony
/"Lorey, baby?/" He follows me, obviously getting the waves of wounded mood and sulkiness coming his way. I know I chastised myself last night, to be more patient and reel him in, but I'm so sick of this hot and cold thing he has going on. It's up and down, touch, don't touch. Mate, not mate, and it's messing with my head. No wonder I'm having a hard time even sticking to my own plan.
I ignore him completely, annoyed at myself for once again turning hostile when he was genuinely fooling around, but the fact I know we have two weeks before he marks that bitch as his, has me feeling all kinds of foul things. It doesn't help that she spent the last few hours watching me, laughing at my attempts to keep up, and cartwheeling around me like some sort of gold medal gymnast, showing off, showing me how much better she is. She tried to make me look inadequate and kept interfering any time he got too close in showing me what to do.
