Part of me is ashamed of how I treated her. How unreasonable I was, and how very much out of control I felt when I saw her sitting there, that defiant look on her face. She has no idea what she almost got herself into, no matter how much she may have tried to convince herself otherwise. Unwarranted possessiveness surges through me as I think back to the look on her face when I made her come.
awnn he's such a conflicted person, if he only used a bit of his world of money to go to a therapist...
