-Angela-
I was doing my best to stay awake, but I didn’t feel safe enough to relax. I was sitting on the couch in Hunter’s room, facing the door, waiting for him to return—because he would. At some point, he had to come back, and I didn’t trust him. I didn’t even trust myself, especially when it came to him.
I should hate him, and in some ways, I did, but all that hatred faded when he was near. I could still feel his arm around my waist, his hand resting against my side, making my skin burn with his touch. I remembered the way his lips had brushed against my neck. In that moment, all I had wanted was for him to mark me.
I shook my head, trying to push away thoughts of how he made my body come alive in ways I never imagined. I had been practically panting when his hand was on me, and no
