Valka
Present.
I feel so much better. Better than I have in… forever.
It's been three weeks since I lost my mind. In the throes of 'the heat'. Best believe I am one more reminder away from dying from fucking embarrassment. Between the endless sex, arching my ass up in the air and begging to be fucked at every given opportunity, pouncing on him, pouting and crying every time he said no, I couldn't tell which was going to kill me first. The mortification. Or my pride.
And then, there were the memories.
I'd sobbed the entire night away when I got them back. Hated myself. Felt like shit. Maybe I'll always feel like shit when I remember everything. But Lucien had been there. I didn't know how he could still hold me, in spite of everything. I didn't know how he could still make me feel good about myself.
