Bethany’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“Who is responsible for this?” I hit his chest again while complaining. He laughed and kissed my forehead again. “I am sorry… I am really sorry,” he apologized again in a light tone this time. I scoffed and looked at his chest. Once again, I started fidgeting with the button there. I didn’t know when I developed this habit, but I liked to play with the buttons on his shirts. It was my favorite time to pass whenever he held me in his embrace. “Let’s go,” suddenly he demanded, and I looked up at him in confusion. “Are we going somewhere?” I asked him in confusion, and he nodded.
“We can’t stay here for long,” he said, then opened the back door of the car. I nodded and got inside the car. I scooted to the other side. Hunter came inside and locked the door. Steph
