Someone knocked—more like banged—on the door, snapping me out of my deep sleep. I turned and pulled the blankets over my head, hoping the noise would suddenly disappear or that Cristian would get it. My eyes widened slightly at the thought. It sounded like Cristian and I were a thing.
And not like a hookup thing. Like a thing, thing.
thingI didn’t even want to officially label us because I didn’t even like him that much. Just a bit, but not that much to have a long-lasting relationship with him. I gave us a couple of weeks, tops. That. Was. It.
thatSomeone banged on the door again, and I groaned. “Cristian.”
No response.
I glanced at the empty bed next to me. That man wouldn’t leave me alone last night, had forced me into bed with him all night long. Part of me had despised him for it
