Chapter 16: Lessons in the kitchen

Rowan

"Shit, shit, shit…"

I threw my jacket on my bed, and swore to myself. I knew it was a good idea not to drink but I had gone and made a fool out of myself.

I kissed him.

I brought my fingers to my lips and kept them there. The feel of his lips against mine was still there. 

I thought I was pretending at first but it was pretty much clear that I wanted him, that's why I hated him. I wasn't going to fuck someone who kept me in chains like a dog.

I sank to the bed, the truce we had was needed but we were beginning to enter dangerous territory. I didn't want any attachments to someone that I would have to kill or betray to get out of here.

This was messy.

The vulnerability in his eyes as he was drunk tugged at me. He was known to be ruthless and mean but he was just a man waiting to be loved by someone.