CALHOUN'S POV.
I didn’t remember deciding to move.
One second I was standing there, my hand locked around her wrist, her tears burning into my skin like acid—
the next, I was dragging her out of the hostel like the world didn’t exist beyond my grip.
“ Walk or I'll carry you” I growled.
She stumbled over her own feet, half-running, half-being pulled, her sobs tearing through the quiet campus night.
“Please—Calhoun—please, slow down,” she cried. “You’re hurting me.”
I didn’t stop.
I didn't want to listen to anything coming out from those lips that was kissing Jeremy few hours ago.
The night was thinly populated. A few distant silhouettes. Laughter far away. No one close enough to notice what was happening.No one close enough to intervene. Fate—or whatever cruel thing governed my lif
