Chapter ２０

"You could get away with wearing a shirt.""I replied, ultimately raising my eyes to his." He knows I'm simply looking, 

  No, I'm not going to do that."

"You graps the sheets  the whole night."

His skin gets slapped by my foot. I'm aware it was a hard kick, but David doesn't seem to have flinched. "My bed," I explained. David's brows wrinkle in concentration as he speaks. 

David, on the other hand, interrupts me.

I go back to my sobbing. If I spend too much time thinking about it, I start to feel the same anguish. David is correct. Everything came crashing down on me during the mating rite. When arguing didn't work any longer, I had a panic attack and wept my heart out for many minutes.