It’s been three days since I’ve had Luna in our home. It’s been three days since I’ve done the worst thing I could have done in the entire fuckin’ world. I even have the bruise on my face to prove it.
When I woke up, Felix was there, waiting for me to wake up. My fuckin’ head hurt and I knew it was because the asshole punched me out cold. What people didn’t know was he is actually stronger than me. His punches have a lot more power being the swing and f**k, I never want to experience that s**t again.
“How are you feeling? Headache? Pain? Dizziness? Nausea?” he asked with his feet kicked up on the end of the bed as he leaned back with his arms crossed, glaring at me.
“No s**t. You punch like your fist is a damn sledgehammer.”
“Serves you right, you fucktard.” He snapped, “I love you,
