Ever since Kyle's declaration of love, I felt like I was being controlled somehow. It wasn't something I was used to, being the one who usually pulled the strings. But Kyle—he had this way about him that just got under my skin. Before I knew it, he was wanting sex with me whenever he could—in the car, in empty classrooms, in the morning, at night, wherever we could find a moment of privacy. And me? I went along with it all, unable to think straight. It helped me cope as well. I'd never been happier or more satisfied, but it all came crashing down when Coraline mentioned that I'd been on a tight leash.
At first, I brushed off her comment, but the more I pondered it, the more I realized that Kyle was way smarter than I'd given him credit for. I mean, I already knew he was smarter than I could ever dream of being, but I didn't think control would be ripped from me so easily. I was officially whipped, and that didn't sit right with me.
