It’s really difficult to think when Jason’s being himself. It almost feels as if he’s had enough of his meal, reverting back to his childlike state, pushing his remaining food off of his plate just to do it. Renee’s nerve endings played the part of those tiny morsels he’d promised not to eat, but took a nibble anyway.
The true trouble was that it had become a game that she stopped trying to hide. If he felt the need to touch her, she’d wait patiently for it to be over just to get it to stop. It should have frightened her that he’d use touch to control her but honestly, who didn’t? At least this didn’t feel so vile. Wrong. Entirely wrong, but not life ending the longer it stayed his practice.
What was more challenging was the way other students seemed to pay attention. Those glares made
