He imagined things going differently once she became his. His hand up her skirt, his tongue down her throat, in the back of a chilly movie theater. Taking off her bikini top as they swam under a warm July moon. Sex in his bedroom on an August day when his mom was at work. He imagined erasing all memories of Jesse St. Jerk-Off from her body and mind. He imagined erasing his lingering shame and guilt from that one stupid hour with Santana Lopez.
Rachel had other ideas - her own. And he learned the meaning of the word controllist.