Kingston
What in the actual f*ck...
I stared down at my chest- where Berkley's finger was poking me- completely dumbfounded.
The first emotion that hits me is grief. She doesn't feel like she matters to anyone except her.
The second emotion that hits me is pride, because of the simple fact she thinks I matter, and she would put me above herself like that.
But the third emotion? The one that wins? Well, I'm pissed. Mad as hell that she honestly thinks no one would blink an eye if she was gone.
This is exactly the reason I stomp after her stubborn ass when I finally break through the first two emotions.
With my longer legs, I only take a few strides before catching up with her. I grip her by the biceps and spin her around so her back hits the tree next to us. I maneuver our bodi
