5
Sarah stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at her reflection. She looked like hell. Her clothes were covered in blood and her hair was matted with it. Alley mud and dried sweat finished off her derelict description.
None of that caught her attention. She raised her hand and pressed her palm against the smooth, unbroken skin of her neck. She could still feel the heat of his breath on her flesh.
Sarah ran her hand through her matted hair and shook her head. “What the hell were you thinking? You don’t even know his name.”
Adam.
She sighed. “Okay, so you know his name, but that’s it.”
He saved your life.
Sarah glared at her reflection. “Do you really have to be such a b***h to yourself?”
Yes.
Sarah spun around and leaned her rear against the counter. She crosse
