Lyanna
My body still trembles with the aftershocks of what happened in the elevator.
I don't know if he's doing that on purpose, but it's so not good for me. I don't like being tortured in that way– I mean why lean in if you know you're not going to kiss me anyway?
I grind my teeth, hissing in annoyance, "I still don't know why I fall for his tricks. It's obvious he doesn't want to give you pleasure."
Heading towards the entrance, I try to keep my head low, away from the prying eyes of colleagues.
They have all been acting really weird around me. Is it because of Irene?
Not that I care though.
I eventually leave that place. I can't keep up with those agonizing stares any longer. It's as if fire sticks are being impaled in me without mercy.
"Time to go snuggle in bed, and stuff my face in ramen," I sigh deeply, briefly closing my eyes to rest them.
Today, I'll be walking back home.
