My legs bore real scratch marks, bloodstained evidence that what had dragged me into the lake was not a product of my imagination. I made an effort to avoid speaking with Axel or anyone else in the house.
I never enjoyed confrontations, so when he offered an apology, I simply walked away.
Our inability to get along, even for a moment, left me wondering if it was a sign or simply not meant to be. True friends should find such matters effortless. It was probably because of my stubbornness, resisting the undeniable attraction that drew me to him.
The previous night had been wonderful.
I would readily welcome that man back.
When Shavi greeted me with a "Hey, Sienna," I jumped, startled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"Do you need something?" I didn't want to share anything ab
