Chapter Eight**Annabelle**
I reached for my wig under the pillow.
I walked to the mirror to finish getting ready. After applying more lotion to my skin as the other had dried off, I checked the clothes his mom got to find a suitable one to put on. I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
I did not want to sleep with a wig, but his mom might come in later in the night. Furthermore, I walked to the door and locked it exhaling in relief. I tucked the wig back under the pillow satisfied with myself. At the same time, the bathroom door clicked open and Fallon walked out.
Usually and by usually, I meant six years ago. He would leave me breathless. Water dripped from his hair and down his toned abs and even lower. His hair messy and wet as he ruffled it and a towel tied on his waist leaving h
