WINTER'S POV
The next morning, I woke up with a nasty headache. I had cried myself to sleep, and I was dearly paying the price right now. I woke up slowly, and I tried to blink the world back into focus.
Why was I so mad again? Oh, he had made it look like I was overreacting. He could have died. He's not invincible. No one is powerful in the face of bullets, and unfortunately for him, there is no bulletproof for your head. How he didn't know that is beyond me.
I don't know how long I lay there for just contemplating what could happen to me if he died. Would I be able to survive the aftermath of his loss? I can't even bear to think about it, and he thinks I'm overreacting? Was this what love was about?
I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I was glad there were still some
