Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares (That's [Para]Normal #4)

by Camilla Evergreen

True, I never agreed to put Pollux’s rules into practice, but realizing exactly how often they would alter the way I act has me tasting sour with every bite and wanting to…cry. A little. At least. It’s my final day off. Maybe I should stress crochet something. Maybe I should stress crochet something for Pollux. Like…an angry bee. So he knows I’m not happy with this situation, but I also inexplicably want him to have something cozy to cuddle. Maybe I should stress crochet an angry bumblebee and appear without warning on his doorstep, frowning, because how dare he imply the smile I’ve worked decades on should be outlawed? The rude monster. The rude, beautiful monster. Who pins me to clouds… And says dreadful, wonderful things… That make me feel…some kind of way.