Was he just going to sleep? Mae asked herself, confused. She lay still waiting for him to reach out for her, but he wasn’t. That was strange. For days, he’d forced his touch on her, taking her body as if she belonged to him. But now he lay there as if she didn’t exist. Mae bit the inside of her mouth as her body craved his touch in the most shameful way.
Dammit. What was wrong with her? She should be glad that he was leaving her alone. But she couldn’t help but feel like she’d done something wrong to make him not want her the way he used to.
You’re sick, Mae told herself. She shouldn’t want him. But he turned her into his slave - she craved his touch even though she didn't want to. She squeezed her eyes and forced herself to remain still. Vicker shifted beside her and sighed loudly. So
