Allen
I stayed on my own side of the estate. The fever had started almost immediately I arrived in my room.
Every rule I'd set for tonight screamed at me to break itself. Some desperate, feral part of me wanted to storm down that hallway, kick down his door, and finish what we'd started back at the palace. I wanted to bury myself in him, claim him properly, make sure nothing and no one ever mistook who he belonged to.
All I could think about was Ezra. It felt like every part of my body was coming alive in ways I'd never experienced before. I looked at the lock I'd placed on the floor beside the window. I should probably go lock it to avoid anything that could cause me to seek him out, but a part of me, some twisted, greedy part of me wanted that to happen.
Such a hypocrite you are Allen. If you really don't want to hurt him, you'll lock the doors.
