Chapter 68

Dear Diary I'm putting my faith in a man who literally escaped a basement a few days ago. I've never felt more alive.

Eyeing Urion's serious face, the right answer wouldn't come out. Trust him? I barely knew him.

Yet my lips moved. "Okay," I agreed. What could I blame my insanity on? Maybe I wasn't getting the right vitamins? Could it be that, despite my orgasm, all my blood remained in my groin? Very possible. I kept eyeing Urion as if he were a piece of steak and I wanted to eat him.

The more time I spent with him, the more overwhelming the urge. It helped we were busy walking with me complaining because we'd escaped without shoes. It didn't seem to bother Urion, who had massive feet. Mine, on the other hand, were much daintier. Soft. A size seven. I never had a problem finding a shoe in my size, which explained my collection. When I moved, I only brought two dozen with me. I donated the rest because I ran out of space. Two dozen shoes to none.