-Angela-
I was trying my best not to fall asleep. I didn’t feel safe enough to do it. I was sitting in Hunter’s room again, on a couch, and facing the door, just waiting for him to come back. Because he would. At some point, he had to come back, and I didn’t trust him. I didn’t even trust myself, especially not when it came to him. I should hate him, and in a way, I did, but I completely forgot about my hatred towards him when he was close. I could still feel his arm around my waist, his hand resting against my side, making the skin burn under his touch, and the way his lips had brushed over the side of my neck. All I had wanted at that moment was for him to mark me.
I shook my head, trying not to think about how he made my body come to life in ways I never thought it could. I was pract
