CHAPTER 160 Too Much

  ~ NATALIE ~

  I am such a bitch.

  The minute I slammed that door in his face I knew what I’d done. This close, I could feel the way it shocked and hurt him.

  I stopped just inside the room, barely breathing, and turned back to face the closed door. My heart was pounding.

  I hated myself. Every time he was gone I ached to have him close again. Every time he was close I wanted to run screaming. It was too hard. Too much. When I’d realized we were coming here and going to be alone together, a part of me had welled up, singing with joy. But the rest of me sank into cold, abject fear.

  Was he scared too? Or just mad?

  Did he fight the yearning? Or did he just need to warm himself with enough other female bodies to forget?

  Because he was good at that. And it was a slap in my face every time.

  I swallowed hard.