I walked through the door feeling fucking hot and out of breath, I had a run for hours and I was back home by midnight but that still didn't ease or stop my blood from plumping. What Emma displayed was an innocent attempt to her but she had no idea how much of the beast she awoke. How could she start something and not finish it? Why did she even start? Dear god this girl is gonna be the death of me, does she have any idea how much I was trying to control myself at that moment? Just how much I was ready to let my animalistic mind take over?
After her protest, I had no choice but to keep it in, cage it, and ignore it to the point I felt like shifting in front of her. There was no way I can stay in the same room as her so I bolted, I fucking blurred away and allowed my beast to take over in the wild. I knew she would be sad right now because I left just like that but it's not like she gave me a choice. god! Now I don't know how I will face her, I just hope she understands.
