BREELYNN’S POV
Last Thursday morning was a blur of a memory. That day, my head was pounding from dehydration, my eyes were burning from crying non-stop, and my nose was sore from constantly being rubbed by cheap tissues. It didn’t matter that my jerk of an ex-boyfriend crushed me when he called me sexually immature because I panicked when he put his hand on my breast. Nope, that didn’t even register as a thought when I looked to the internet for an answer on how to get him back.
Now, when I think about him, all I see is his weakness. I am embarrassed that I wanted him back and thought so little of myself that I believed he was the best that I deserved. And with that thought, I reach out and slide my hand into Aldric’s. He looks down at our entwined fingers and then up to my face, our ey
