Two in a day? Yep. Well, sort of. It's not the next chapter, sorry. I thought before I moved on some people may be wondering what was going through Miss Fortune's head as she was driving around in circles and before she moaned. It's only short but people said they liked the last one from her POV and also someone said that they felt shut out from the relationship. So here it is from her...

Lust. Don't talk to me about lust.

Yeah I used to pride myself on being emotionless. Thank God my lack of conscience has remained intact. My rage and desire to kill is as clear as ever. But some strange jigsaw piece slotted into me the first time I felt that man's hand on my arm and the first time I spun around to see his painted face close to mine.

He chose me.

He came up to me and contacted me and touched me and from that moment my life turned upside down. I feel vulnerable. I feel like at any moment I could break down. What is it? Is it my heart ruling my head?

No. It's a connection. I can't describe how it happened. I had seen him on the news and read about him in the paper and he held no interest for me like he was a part of a different world. It's hard to believe but I know it isn't just me. It's like gravity. It was just natural.

I see him in his suit and I want to touch his toned, pearly white skin underneath. I want to trace his muscles with my fingers and feel him tense the muscles in his arm. All this is going through me every time I see him. Not as words. I'm incapable of thinking words around him. Just a sort of violent buzz that shoots around various parts of my body like my chest and my stomach and my throat. I want to be able to wrap my arms around him. Just to TOUCH him.

I need it.

Whenever I see his dark, unreadable eyes surrounded by black coal I'm rendered incomprehensible. I can't speak. I can barely move. All I can do is stare. Like a rabbit caught in headlights. It takes every inch of me to control the adrenaline that blazes through me, hot and fast. My head goes fuzzy, my heart thumps manically and my breath comes harsh and ragged.

His beautiful red lips and scars curve into a smirk as his eyes watch me eagerly. Testing me. Seeing how far he can push me before I snap. His eyes are bright with electricity. They're alert. They examine every tiny movement I make. Every breath that catches in my throat.

Sometimes, I think he wants it just as much as me. Sometimes, I think he's stopping himself too. A game we could play forever and not get bored.

He drives me so crazy that I feel like I could explode from insanity at any moment. But it's not lust. Lust is just sex. Lust can be a one night stand with someone you hate by the morning. But it's not love. Love is pink and flowers and valentine's cards.

What we have is heat. Gravity pulling us towards each other. It's fire and explosions. It's torment and violence. The things we love most are the same things that we feel. Nothing with us could ever be serious and love and lust are serious.

What happened to me? I wish someone could help me understand what the hell is going on. Why I'm struck dumb. I can advance upon any other man in the world. But with him… With him…