***NATALINA POV***
When Philip raised his hand to my face, my heart knew the kind gesture that he was trying to give to me. He wanted to touch me, to feel the sparks dance off my rosy cheeks and onto his fingertips. The Goddess above knew I wanted that so badly, and with every part of me.
Well, every part but one.
My brain wouldn’t recognize the gesture.
The moment Philip lifted his hand, I was transported back to the countless times when I got slapped and called useless by Fabian. I could smell Philip being nearby, but my head was 100% somewhere else. I was experiencing my most humiliating moment over again, and my mate was bearing the brunt of that.
I found that running out of the hospital room and up to my bedroom gave my mental health a reprieve but I kicked myself for leaving
