The morning sun broke through the drapes, casting golden streaks across the foot of my bed. For the first time in the past few days, I didn't wake up groggy. I didn't even wake up frustrated.
I woke up sharp.
The lingering vibration in my veins from last night hadn't faded, but the helpless frustration had burned away, replaced by a calculating heat.
I sat up in bed, throwing the comforter aside, a slow plan taking root in my mind.
Diego thought he had trapped me. He thought he could corner me in dark hallways, bring me to the edge of ruin with his hands and mouth, and walk away expecting me to come crawling back with a breathless confession.
He was waiting for me to break. He was expecting the flustered, blushing Ophelia who fumbled over her words whenever his green eyes burned too b
