SPOILER ALERT: I am on the last page of chapter 22.
And I am FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!!!!!
YES, I'M USING SHOUTY CAPITALS!!!
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS:
And my obviously horribly dysfunctional ass LOVES IT!!!!!!!
OMG I don't even know what to DO!!!
Should I LOOK??
And PS - I would be flipping OUT over Mrs. Robinson right now. AND over the fact that he got jealous about the massage dude and made the dinner plans on purpose.
Ana doesn't have the first clue about how dark he really is. This guy is a nutjob of epic proportions. HOW can I possibly love him so? Oh it's so awful. This book makes you realize that everything you thought about your sensibilities is a lie. Because you know he's a freak...SHE knows he's a freak...and yet you're/she's/I'm/Santa Claus's willing to jump right back into the Red Room of Pain with him.
Is there no hope for ANY of us?!?