“Like…” He cocks his head to the side. “Like something’s going on. You don’t look like you feel—you know—like yourself.” Oh shit. It’s because I’m not myself. All of this, the need, the lust, the craving for the one person who I’m meant to be with…it’s Tairn. Tairn’s emotions aren’t just overwhelming me; they’re controlling me. “I’m good! Go to bed!” I step back into my room and slam the door while I still have the mental capacity to do so.
