Anderson fixed her hair in a bun through her dresser, she had decided to shoot for something simple. A black high waist pants and a white turtle neck with a black winter coat. She glanced before her where Kendrick was peacefully asleep, she had never seen him so guards down, he looked relaxed and hot even in his sleep.
The part of his chest the sheet didn't cover was bare and had a light pinkish hickey. The white sheet underneath him was stained with blood, both from him and her. It had nothing to do with bonding in a spooky way, she didn't believe in those. She took a step back, still watching him as his confidential words spread through her mind. It rendered her indifferent as her long-time torture of knowing who he was ceased by the outbreak of the truth.
Kendrick Chucks was an abus
