CHAPTER 12
MICHAELIt took everything I had not to follow her as she stormed down the hallway, wearing my shirt that barely covered her a*s. She disappeared into the bathroom, fumbled around in it, and then came out in her tiny white bikini that I wanted to tear off again, and with a bandage that she slapped right on her thigh to hide the fact that she hadn’t actually gotten cut by glass.
When she disappeared down the stairs, I placed my hands on the doorframe and took a few deep breaths, trying to control myself. Something kept her from breaking up with Mason. She saw what I saw—that her boyfriend didn’t give a single f**k about her—but she stayed with him. Wouldn’t even consider breaking up with him.
What was it, though?
I glanced at my dresser, memories of years ago haunting my mind.
