Carla

How could he come into my room without even trying to cover himself after everything that he had done? Did he have any intention of making out with me as if he hadn't just set fire to my book collection?! 

My inner monologue yelled, "Oh no, please!" over and over again.

However, he did not appear to be paying attention to what I had to say. Instead, he moved closer to me and whispered in my ears, "you shouldn't squeal so loud little wolf."

I immediately flinched and put both hands to my chest in an attempt to protect myself. The last time he touched me, there is no...