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Hannah’s words won’t leave my mind a day later.

If your dog isn’t eating that means someone else is feeding it.

The statement rubbed me the wrong way, the comparison was so stupid. Ian wasn’t a dog, he was a man. A man who could never have a shortage of women lining up to be with him.

Damn it.

I tossed my pencil on my book.

I should not be thinking about this right now. I still had a few more pages to go through so I should be studying or sleeping but I’ve found myself on the same page for the past thirty minutes.

Dinner tonight was quiet, Ian didn’t speak much and seemed to have something on his mind. So after making small talk, I finished my meal and went to my room where I’d been held up for the past three hours.

There was a strange nagging

sensation at the back of my mind, a growing feeling of tightness in my chest since yesterday morning. Accompanied by an unfulfilled

need in the pit of my stomach.

My brain pointed out that I hadn’t had a single orgasm in more than a week. I