Raegan
The water felt nice on my feet as I sat on the edge of my pool, swinging my feet in the still water, creating ripples from the edge all the way to the other end. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. The breeze lifted the ends of my hair to make them tickle the back of my arms. It was like the perfect spring day. I started to hum a song that I know well, Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney. My mom used to be obsessed with him and made me listen to his music all the time and it kind of stuck. But who am I kidding, I love the man.
“Raegan.” I heard a familiar voice from behind me. I didn’t bother turning around. I knew by the shivers going down my spine and the fear that overcame me, knowing Bronson was standing behind me. “We need to talk.” he said with his husky, harsh so
