Page 55 of Demon Monster's Little Human

“We can’t do this.”

The words slap into me like ice.

My body shakes, my lips tingling, my mind spinning.

I am still breathless, still burning, still aching.

He dares to say that?

I want to hit him.

I want to kiss him again.

What the hell am I doing?

My hands curl into fists, pressing against my temples as if I can shove the thoughts out, shove him out.

I need to breathe.

I need to forget this ever happened.

Dain is already pulling away, his back to me, his breathing still unsteady.

Good.

Let him be the one to suffer.

Let him be the one who feels as out of control as I do.

I turn, pushing myself away from him, from this, from whatever the hell that was.

I don’t look back. I can’t.

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Her mouth keeps flashing in my mind even if I don’t want to.

I don’t want to think about her hands, about the way her fingers clutched at me, pulling, wanting.

Her taste lingers in my lips even if I hate it; I loathe the way she melted against me like she belonged there, the way her breath trembled as she let me take.

It meant nothing.

It should have been nothing.

But my hands still burn, my skin still feels her, and I hate it.

I need to put distance between us.

I move away, stripping the soaked remnants of my shirt, letting it drop to the cave floor. The stone is cool against my bare skin, but it does nothing to ease the heat still clawing under my flesh.

Liora watches me, arms crossed, still glaring. She is equally furious, equally shaken, and that fact alone nearly sends me over the edge.

"What the hell was that?" she demands, voice shaking.

I don’t answer.

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