Spell On You

The moment that Derek Haven had walked out the door, whatever spell it was that he wove over Emily with his mere presence shattered into a million pieces. And with the magic gone, Emily was seething. What was she? A teenage girl! Just how many times would the man have to step on her for her to be able to stand up for herself.

Why on earth had she spent all of that time hyping herself up, and telling herself that she would be doing the right thing by finally confronting Derek about what he had done. Why did she take so much time obsessing over something and then when the moment came for her to do what needed to be done. She had just frozen.