The Deal

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Aislen had been crying when he’d dropped her off, and after seeing her to her door, Cameron had to pull off down the road to sit, gripping the steering wheel, white knuckled, a raw, ugly gnawing pain in his chest. She hadn’t fought, he told himself. Even the first time that he’d taken her, and she had fought, she had wanted him, so it had been a token effort, like many of the girls, saving face, rather than because they didn’t want to f-k.

That meant that she wasn’t really objecting, didn’t it? He told himself. That, secretly, she’d liked it. She’d come, over and over, after all, so a big part of her had loved every second of it. Human girls were just different. They liked to pretend that they didn’t want it when they did. They liked to tease and flaunt themselves, to make a guy think all was good, and then to claim that they hadn’t wanted it after it was done. Human girls wanted the decision taken out of their hands so that they could play victim after t