Reed is in the usual spot near the willow tree. That way, I can see Lillian and think of her instead of Heath.
"Fighting or f*****g?" This male wolf is straight to the point.
"Fighting." Can you really call a beating a fight?
"You're dressed extra slutty today. Are you sure we're only fighting?" He's pacing around me in a circle. My green and yellow bruises are on full display. I'm wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and a crop top today, baring my midriff.
I don’t bother answering, and the first thing I feel is a harsh punch to the gut. Next, I’m backhanded across the face, just like our last encounter. I taste blood in my mouth, spit it on the ground, and stare at the almost black-red mix soaking into the earth.
He slams me onto the ground, on my belly, scraping me as he punches my body,
