(Grayson)
I stared down at Katrina's sleeping form, unable to stop myself from reaching out and touching the scarred flesh of her thighs.
Sometimes, I dream about her. My mind takes me to a place where she is back in that fire, but this time, I'm there with her. Obviously I didn't know her before all of this. But to imagine the fear and pain she had to endure, fuck... it hurts my damn heart.
I wish I could've been there to stop it. And yet, if it wasn't for that fire, she wouldn't be in my bed right now. I would like to think that we would've eventually come together somehow, but it wouldn't be like this. She wouldn't be so vulnerable and raw with me.
This is the woman I fell in love with right here. And after last night, I just nose dived even harder. Nothing about Katrina was subt
