I was hurting his feelings? Like seriously, the idiot had the audacity to complain that I was hurting his feelings?

I didn’t blame him though. He didn’t know who I was. He thought that I was his newest conquest, the new girl that would grace his bed.

The bastard!

Without much ado, I flinged his arm away, my face scowling, unable to help the expression this time around.

Quickly, I retrieved a handkerchief from my bag and cleaned my hand, the exact spot where he had touched.

As I cleaned, I cussed, aware that tears were beginning to brim in my eyes. Another side effect of the drugs? I didn’t...