You!
She glared at her reflection in a fit of woeful frustration.
How can you—-
I just can't believe you—-
Aaaaargh!
A week had already passed since she had become Ryu's wife.
A week.
But in that long, painfully awkward week—-
She had madezeroprogress on planning her escape, and the thought had her glaring at her reflection anew.
A week, Summerine! A week!
But instead, she had spent every sleepless night replaying every mortifying second of what happenedafter.
Because if the Ryu in her dreams was a master of seduction, reality would have been a lot less romantic.
While Summerine had started freaking out and bumping into walls in her panic, her husband had calmly wrapped a towel around his body before taking firm hold of her shoulders and saying very pleasantly, "ENOUGH."
And it had actually worked.
She had shut up. Stopped moving. And made no protest at all as he slowly had her walking backward until she was back on her side of the room.
He had then let go of her shoulders and smiled at her.
But just as she was about to smile...he had slammed the door shut on her face.
And there begins my agony over the absence of closure,Summerine thought miserably, since they hadn't talked about it at all. When she had joined him for breakfast the next day, she had been on pins and needles while waiting for him to give her an opening.
But he never had, and that was why it had come to this.
Me. Him. Wet dreams.
Because closure meant everything to a girl, and how could a smart man like himnotknow that?
(Is that really it, though?)
Summerine's grimace contorted into a scowl at lightning speed.Not now, Inner Troll!
(Can't handle the truth, can you?)
What truth?
(And now she's pretending not to know a thing.)
Because I really don't know—-
(Why you've changed your mind about escaping your marriage?)
I did not!
(Then prove it.)
