Fight Me

The night alone felt long compared to the previous night when I had slept next to Max. I woke up feeling disoriented and unimpressed with how much one night with the man had changed me somehow. Whatever the reason, my body yearned to be next to his.

I stepped into the living room, where Max was already up and about. Or I assumed it was him. I couldn’t be completely sure, as there was no way to distinguish the two of them. I just had to take my chances.

“Are you still mad at me?” I questioned who I hoped was Max.

As soon as he turned to look at me, I let out a sigh before lowering my head an inch and growling. It was Hafgan, and he was smirking at me widely as if to mock me.

“I was correct in my assessment,” Hafgan smugly claimed as he spread his hands out wide in a dramatic pose. “You won’t hurt this body for fear of upsetting the host. It really is the perfect body for me