I learned the lesson not to play with men in positions of power over me the hard way, and I have the scars to prove it. So why do I feel so comfortable pushing boundaries with Damon? There’s a thrill that goes through me every time I defy him. Like I’m some kind of adrenaline junkie seeing how high I can climb before I crash to the ground. That’s not right, because he’d catch me, and something tells me I’d like every second of the way he’d punish me.
