Dakota’s POV
‘Beckett’ Declan growled, his fingers tightening around mine ever so slightly, enough to let me know that my friend was preparing himself to hear the worst.
‘Beckett’ I agreed numbly, ‘he was so sweet you know; he’d show up at the house after Dax went to pick up Hannah. First it was a case of him pretending he forgot that Dax had a date and asking to hang out for a while, then it became more coming to see me. We’d sit in my living room watching films with popcorn, or he’d come and do homework with me, I thought we were friends’ I whispered.
The bad boy’s breathing was heavy as he listened, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, warming the chill of my past that clung to my body making me shiver.
‘But he didn’t want to be friends, did he?’ Declan muttered angrily.
