CLARKES’S POV
Days dragged by slowly. Hunter did not seem to leave my side therefore I had to wait and play dead regarding what I know of the room in the first floor. I was calm because the last thing I needed was for him to be suspicious of what I was thinking through all this days.
“Babe” He smiled at me when he joined me in the room that evening with a glass of passion juice that he carried on his hand.
“Yes love,” I scoffed as he handed me the juice.
“What is it?” I asked further when I noticed that he kept on staring at me without saying anything.
“I want to apologize for how I was earlier on. I know I was not good to you and I really want you to forgive me. I cannot be a good person sometimes and please understand,” He explained.
“Don’t worry, everything is okay. I am happy
