#Chapter13

Makawee's standpoint (Kawee)

Heat, I don't like it, I hate it, I really hate it! I was rolling on my bed, hair like a bed nest, eyes shallow and skin red from too much itching. I was frustrated, hot, desperate, hot... Did I forget to add frustrated? Yes, frustrated. I kept chewing my pillow, bedsheet, my dress, everything I could chew. Okay, maybe my hair wasn't a bird nest, but it was greatly tangled. The Vincent didn't come yesterday, he was coming today and I was already contemplating letting him touch me to stop the hideous feeling. Riley had to tie me up in the bathroom, inside the tub...