Chapter 118: Falling out

"Good luck with that." I snapped back, my arousal flushed down the drain.

"Don't touch yourself thinking about me. I'll know when you do." Sam warned before I could turn around. "If you touch yourself, I'll take that as a yes."

I stormed away with steam coming from my ears before I did something really stupid. Like hit him. Or kiss him.

I forced my body to fight off the wave of confusing, extreme emotions and breathed in deep. Arousal, anger, desire, shock, lust, disbelief, and fury all raced through me simultaneously, turning me into a bundle of volatile emotions.

Maybe yoga would help calm me down. Maybe driving my knife through someone, like the demon still lingering by the water, was a better idea.

I almost turned around to do just that.

But then I realised he would just be turned on by that, and continued walking.

And then I really turned around because that was my mission. To turn him on and get him to stop being ridiculous. A knife would be the perfect thing.

I turned a