"I picked it."
Annabelle spoke, pulling her wrist out of Kendrick's hand, and lowered her head without looking at him.
She couldn't even look Kendrick in the eyes now, nor could she have any physical contact with him, let alone speak to him.
Because every time she had contact with him, all the little gestures Kendrick made in the cave would come rushing back to her mind.
And, for the past three nights, Annabelle had been dreaming the same scenario every evening - once in her bedroom, once on the beach, and even once in a car. Although each dream was interrupted by Jax's appearance, Annabelle felt that her thoughts had become impure.
So, rather than saying that Annabelle ignored Kendrick these past few days because she was angry, it would be more accurate to say that she was actually s
