#Chapter 101: Feel The Heat

[Evelyn’s POV] I wished the floor would have split open and swallowed me whole at that moment. The sound that tore from the back of my throat was utterly mortifying. What was worse was that Michael somehow knew what it meant. The heat that continued to sear through me was becoming more and more unbearable. What underlyingly disgusted me was just the sensation of feeling someone else’s hands brush over my skin...It lessened the pain. But in the back of my mind, I knew it was all wrong. I didn’t want Michael’s hands on me—I didn’t want him within a hundred feet of me. The second I had let out that ugly keening sound, he knew what I was experiencing. Michael had full recognition of the vulnerable situation I was in. What was so vitally terrifying about this whole moment was that I had to place my trust in him to do the right thing. I pressed a firm hand against his chest, meaning to keep him away. “P-Please,” I gasped. “I just...I just need...” I needed to get to my