Page 7 of How to Deal

I know exactly what he’s trying to do when his hands go lower, just above my ass. Not gonna lie, it feels nice to have his hands on me.

There’s something, a small part of this or his embrace that feels familiar. Strangely. Like I’ve been here before, with him.

Regardless,thiscan’t happen no matter how pleasant his touch is.

Hold your ground, girl. Don’t be like Lizard Lips. You’re better than her.

In an attempt to keep myself from melting into his arms, I use the only self-defense mechanism I know. I bite him. . . only I bite his lip because that’s what’s in front of me.

It takes him all of two seconds to pull away, his brow pulled together in confusion.

“Did you just bite me?” Blinking rapidly as if he can’t believe I did that, his fingertips touch his bottom lip.

“That’s how rough I like it,” I tell him, smiling. My hands rest on his chest pushing him away from me and into the wall of the elevator.

Without another glance, I exit the elevator and leave him standing there, alone.

You’re probably wondering to yourself why I’m playing hard to get with him?

I’ll tell you why. I’m scared. My heart was torn by my former lover. My skin’s marred, my soul black and defenseless, and if I let someone like Tathan in, there’s no telling what will be left of me. If anything.

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