Phoebe's POV
I splashed cold water against my face, having locked the bathroom door in case Perry stirred and decided to walk in.
I couldn't wrap my head around what I'd just done.
The intense climax from our heated encounter had faded, leaving me mortified by how brazen I'd been with him.
Yet, to my shock, I'd enjoyed every second of it.
When I was on top, controlling our rhythm as I moved over him, I could watch his face. For once, I held the power, and I... craved it.
I doused my face with more frigid water, desperate to pull myself together. How had I gone from being revolted by sex to actually wanting it?
I had to be losing my mind.
Trying to silence my racing thoughts, I yanked open the bottom drawer where I'd stashed the poison. I pulled it out and studied it for a long moment.
Twisted as it was, this poison was the only thing I could actually taste. And somehow, I enjoyed it. It brought flavor to my otherwise bland existence.
