I first read this story years ago, and I absolutely loved it. Now, after rereading it nearly a decade later, I feel like I’ve matured and I don’t enjoy it as much as I did before. It kind of reminds me of Fifty Shades of Grey—both stories have that same intense, dramatic dynamic, but I find myself feeling differently about it now than I did back then.
I have read this before and I really loved it.. Now I reread again the story after almost 10 years I think I got more maturer and didn't liked it as much as before. It reminds me of fifty shades of grey