We laid in bed next to each other, watching TV silently. He held my hand against his chest the whole time; I didn’t know what to say to him, or what to think about the whole situation; he had basically confessed his love to me, and I couldn’t say anything back. Of course I wanted him, more than anything else, but it was impossible; forbidden, even. Harlow purred quietly in the back of my head, enjoying the small contact we had with his body; even she was falling for him and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. There was a part of me screaming about all the nasty things he had done to me in the past; things that he watched his friends do to me. Why now? Why did he all of a sudden have these feelings for me?
My eyelids grew heavy and I could feel myself drifting off to sleep so I shook my
