Christiana’s POV
Screw not telling him. A week passed, and all Sam did to me was cuddling, kissing.
It became worse when he sang me to sleep. If I was any other girl, I would love to be that kind of spoiled, but I was Christiana freaking Summer, the broken and complicated girl.
His voice was angelic and soothing, it made sleep easier than usual, but I had enough of him.
Sophia didn’t visit me again, which was odd. I didn’t know whether she was sad that I was getting this attention or she was waiting for the woman who will get rid of me. Her silence made me worry more.
I was having an emotional rollercoaster with that guy whenever he treated me like his queen.
Maybe the only good thing was that I could move by myself now. I didn’t need Sam’s help with the stupid wheelchair anymore.
