• Violet •
Shit , I said fine before I even realized what I was doing. Killer almost looks relieved, but I can also see a little bit of fear in his eyes. I want to laugh, there is no way this man could be scared, right?
Slowly, I push him away so I can sit up straight. “I don’t want to talk about it here.” I tell him. I don’t want people eavesdropping and I have a feeling Killer would feel the same. Killer grunts in some sort of response and pushes himself up from the bed. I make my way to get up when his hand appears in my sight.
I look at it for a while, unsure what to do with the gesture before I take it, hating myself for feeling this insecure about the situation. This is not like me at all. I’m supposed to be detached, cold.
I honestly want to run away but I know this son
