Fuck off

I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt like that.

The rush of adrenaline, the pounding of my heart, the need that had coursed through me like nothing I'd experienced before.

I'd been a mess of emotions and sensation and pure, unadulterated lust, and now I was left to pick up the pieces. To figure out what exactly had just happened.

Rhiannon was looking at me with a mixture of confusion and wariness on her face, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to shield herself from whatever had happened. I knew the feeling.

"What did you feed me?" I repeated, my voice coming out harsher than I'd meant it to. I couldn't help it. I was pissed, angry that she'd done this, angry that it had ended so quickly. I wanted more of it, more of her. But I couldn't let that happen.

"You know what you ate," Rhiannon said, her voice prim. "You watched me chop the onions." She paused, her lips twisting in a wry smile.