Anastasia...
I was sitting against the headboard, yet again. In my thoughts on what occurred yesterday. I failed to understand why I felt that way at McDonald's and had the audacity of labelling myself his wife. Also, the fact that I was angered at how that woman decided to hand him a napkin with very provocative details, bewilders me.
I then kissed him.
That was the end for me as I kissed the man that made my life a living hell even though I was out of it for a whole month.
The kiss was intoxicating and the eye contact made me want more. That was a dangerous move but at least I finally ran away into the bathroom.
The fact that gets to me is that now I know who fingered me back at the club, and it was him, which makes everything worse for me.
I enjoyed the kiss, I won't lie. I hungered for more since I had a little taste but he hurt me and I shouldn't disregard that fact.
I groaned.
Annoyed and angered by my lack of morals.