The Hockey player's submissive professor
Whispered it like a prayer when she thought I was asleep.
But unhinged just means free.
I walked down the corridor, boots echoing against the tiles, my chest bare, marks on my skin, from the forest floor and where Juno had clawed at me. I could still feel her on my skin, the heat, the tremor, the fight. The sound she made when I touched her, half defiance, half surrender, it replayed in my head like a song I couldn’t stop humming.
And it made me smile.
Everyone thought monsters growled, bared their teeth, tore people apart. They didn’t understand that the real monsters knew how to smile while doing it.