1.8 Alone on a Cold Terrace

I sat on my terrace and watched the slow, late-night life of the city nine stories below. The November air chilled me, but I welcomed its purity and simplicity. Mouse slept in the bed—his dark, muscular body strewn across the mattress amid a tangle of sheets. He would keep stretching in all directions until he felt me next to him. Even his subconscious fed his controlling behavior.

I had that itchy feeling you get in a relationship that has more negative points than positive ones. I loved Mouse, but I couldn’t take his obsessive controlling and name-calling anymore. I had started to believe it—that no one else could ever love me, that I was stupid, that I was only good for sex. click here to continue reading

Comments

[Kitsune]

That first paragraph is particularly good!

[Kitsune]

No, actually that paragraph is freaking great.

[Lori Victoria Braun]

Thank you! I think it will get even better as the book progresses. I hope so anyway.