SYDNEY'S POV

I couldn't remember how I ended up on the bed with Dylan last night... Or maybe I did, I just didn't want to recall it; I couldn't. I felt sore all over. Right now, all I felt was extreme tiredness and a gnawing hunger.

Dylan — whoever he really was — was a greedy and insatiable man. It took no more than twenty minutes after pulling away from me for him to get on top of me again. He kept grinding against me like a beast, ordering me to keep telling him I loved him. What type of psycho was that?

I actually wished the gnawing hunger was...