"f**k!" Damien growled, punching the wall. He literally felt like crying now. What...what do he need to do to stop her from running away like that over and over again? He pressed his head against the wall, feeling angry, helpless and shitty as hell. If he takes two steps ahead with Hazel, he instantly moves ten back. Maybe they both should talk to a therapist or a counsellor or something. But will she be willing to give it a try?
The smell of coffee and something delicious engulfed him as he walked into the kitchen with Summer in his arms, still sleeping. Hazel was making breakfast and Damien hoped that after what happened in the morning, she doesn't end up poising him or something. But stowing his wayward thoughts away, it really felt like home now. Hazel has opened up the glass doors, l
