What the hell is wrong with me? What possessed me to say that sh.it to Lenny? Why do I think I have some sort of claim on her?
I blame the addrenalline.
Yeah. It was just the addrenalline from the fight. And Lenny's delicious blood. That's all that it was.
Who am I even kidding? I flat out told the woman that if she ever let another man touch her, I'd kill him and tie her to my bed. I've never been this violent of a man. Lenny is changing me.
To be honest, I don't mind the change. Being violent and threatening to kill people isn't something I should be proud of, but... When I say it or do it for Lenny... To protect her, to keep her by my side, to make sure no one ever touches her... The amount of pride and self-satisfaction that fills me is...
Well, it's unreasonable.
Lenny isn't e
