Ophelia's POV
I stared down at the hair-filled arms grabbing my waist from behind.
"Callum." His name burst out of my lips in a light whisper.
"Little doll." His voice sounded raspy behind me, and I felt a kiss on my neck, tracing down to my shoulders. I wasn't dreaming.
"What are you doing here?" After he left like I was nothing, and now he is back to f**k his little doll?
"Get out from my bed." I pushed away from him, coming to stand right at the edge of the bed, and it really was him.
He looked more lean, his eyes hollow, eye bags underneath his eyes like he hadn't slept for ages. He looked beautifully terrible, but I wasn't going to feel any sort of pity.
"I need rest. I want you out so I can have a peaceful sleep." I tried not to sound annoyed or pissed, but I am. I was beginni
