CHRISTIEN’S POV;
The door slammed hard enough to shake the walls of the room.
I stayed still long after she left.
My jaw tightened slowly as silence settled around me again.
She was angry.
Good.
Maybe anger would finally make her stay away from me.
I looked down at my shoulder. The bandage wrapped across my back and arm was pink.
Of course it was pink.
I should have taken it off immediately. Instead, I kept staring at it like an i***t.
The room suddenly felt too warm.
Too quiet.
Too full of her.
Her scent still lingered faintly in the air, mixed with antiseptic and the metallic smell of blood.
Annoying.
I bent down, picked up my shirt from the floor, and pulled it on carefully despite the sharp pain that spread through my shoulder.
Pain didn’t matter.
It never really had.
