The world outside was still dark. She rolled onto her stomach and sprawled naked on top of her comforter, emotionally and physically drained. Her trip to Bondage had not gone as planned. Not even close. Never mind the awkward strangeness of Mikal leaving her with another man, which she still didn’t know how to handle. She should probably be furious but she was really just tired. Tired of shying away from what she wanted, tired of feeling like a subhuman perv, and tired of wanting a man who didn’t care about her enough to stay after the fucking ended. After returning to the familiarity of her little apartment, and while using all the hot water in the whole building, she’d done some serious thinking and concluded she needed fewer feelings and more therapy. Or she needed exactly the kind of relationship she’d find with a man like him. Like him, because no matter how much she wanted him, he’d made it very clear that he wasn’t looking for the twisted dynamic she craved. That he was only in it to teach her a lesson.
