This is your burden for the next nine days.”
“Days?!” I whirl around and face him again, desperately gripping his arms and wishing he’d take back the words, “I won’t survive nine days of this! “Um, I don’t think that worked,” I whine, rubbing my eyes hard. xnx Too fucking right he should know. When he showed me what it felt like to be beautiful and what it meant. Boy, do we have communication issues! “I need to send a message; one which clearly illustrates that I am not to be fucked with.” I pause, all sarcasm aside. Persuasion works though, and he turns back toward me. Without hesitation, I cross the room in a few brisk strides and wrap myself around his hard body.
