I hated when Aslan flirted and teased and dug his way under my skin. He knew it exasperated me, but he did it anyhow. What raised my blood pressure more was the way I secretly enjoyed it. Because I was desperately pathetic like that. I couldn’t seem to acknowledge Aslan for who he was. A player. One night of hot sex meant nothing to him. Hell, it meant nothing to me. Why did I let him get to me like this?
