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“What if I told you that we could pretend that you hate my kind in public”—she paused and let her other hand trail up my thigh and into my shirt—“but in private, you’re mine.”
Humans were different though; half of their life was spent sleeping, while the other half was spent working to death so they could have a somewhat decent life outside of working hours.
“I am going to kill him,” she growled. The sound of the chair’s fabric ripping filled the air. “Slowly, painfully, and I’ll make him beg for your forgiveness just before I take his life.”
“Now cover your mouth so they don’t hear you come on the hands of the person you hate,” she growled.
The way she moaned my name sounded like honey.
“I’ll make sure you’re so fully obsessed with me by the end of this that you don’t even dare think of anyone else. It’s the least you could do after so thoroughly messing with my mind like this.”
They wanted me to be happy. They wanted me to be so utterly and blindly happy that even on a cloudy day I would look up and sigh as if the sun was shining on my face. They wanted me to chase my dreams and become the person I wanted to be, not the person they wanted me to be.
