Chapter 16
A groan parts my dry throat, and my head throbs. Memories of last night seep through my mental fog.
I drank too many shots of tequila. What started as us girls wanting to spend some time together ended with me suggesting we party, just to forget about him––the guy who has been sleeping by my side.
A soft touch has my eyes opening. Blake has a look on his face that I can’t pinpoint. It’s almost soft and gentle as he sweeps a strand of hair from my face.
“How are you feeling?” he asks. His deep, sleep-filled voice has butterflies fluttering in my belly.
“Ugh… terrible.”
He offers me a glass of water and a pill.
“For the headache.”
“Thank you.”
He brushes his nose against mine, and my heart stills for a moment, only to be resurrected viciously in the next, pounding like crazy.
What is he doing to me? I am trapped in this limbo with my protector, wanting so much more from him. I can’t keep asking for it, though, because the pill of rejection would be too hard to swallow.
Not saying anything validates whatever this is we have going on. Even though I crave his nearness and ache for his attention, I want more. That more will ruin me for good.
“Were you able to sleep a bit?” I ask, worried about him.
“A bit,” he says, still looking at me and caressing my cheek.
When he retracts his hand, pain swallows that hope, leaving me desolate.
“We need a bit of distance,” I say, and he arches a brow.
“This is not––”
“What is it not? Normal?” He drags in a lungful of air. “Did I ever give you the impression I was normal?”
“I don’t know you because you’ve always kept everything inside.”
He huffs and scoots up in the bed. “There’s nothing inside of me that is worthy of your attention. Believe me.”
“Why don’t you let me decide that for myself?”
“I’ll see you later,” he says and walks out.
I roll out of bed, sighing. His scent lingers in my room as if he touched everything, me included, and it stopped being mine. It’s his, ours.
Changing, I go to the kitchen. He’s there, offering me a smoothie.
I take it with trembling fingers. “Thank you,” I say, sipping from the fruity concoction.
Exhaustion crosses his features. Following my instincts, I place the glass down and approach him where he’s leaning against the counter. His legs part, inviting me between them. I cup his cheeks and rise onto my tiptoes, but his arms remain stiff at his sides, just as rigid as his body.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, our mouths a breath apart. “Tell me I am a pathetic, delusional girl, sick with whatever I feel for you, and I should stop.”
He grips the edges of the counter so hard the wood might splinter.
“Tell me I am annoying you. Tell me you feel nothing and want nothing to do with me. Tell me you don’t want more.”
“And you’ll stop?”
My chest cracks, agony slipping through the gaps to rein inside of me. “I’ll stop.”
He opens his mouth but clamps it shut. A hard line carves in his jaw, but I know what he wants to say from his hard expression alone. I take a step back, readying myself for the blow that will shred my insides, right in time for Bailey to come into the kitchen.
“Morning,” she says.
All three of us prepare breakfast in complete silence. Bailey can read a room, so no wonder there.
And between me and Blake, what more is there to say? Nothing will change. He has an almost inhuman determination, as if it’s forged in steel. Every time I think I breach his walls, he puts up another one.
The rest of our friends arrive, taking their seats, and digging into the pancakes.
I just want this day over with so I can go see my father. It’s useless hoping I could mend my heart or put a stop to my madness, but at least I can wallow in peace there for a bit.
I feel Blake’s gaze on me, but I look ahead, physically present, while my thoughts take me far away from here. When the girls stand up, I realize I must have zoned out, so I scramble up and follow them. The moment I am outside, I can’t stop the tears from falling.
They hug me so tightly. At this moment, they’re holding me together.
“I don’t know what to do… it hurts so much.” And the worst part is, I can’t stop myself either.
“Mia, give him a bit of time,” Bailey says.
“I don’t think I can any longer…”
“I’m so sorry,” Abi sighs.
“I want to beat some sense into him really badly,” Celine says.
It’s no one’s fault. But my bestie would definitely get in the ring with him for me.
“Thank you, girls. For being there for me.”
Dabbing at my eyes, we head toward class. On the main campus, we meet up with Xander and Tyson, who looks better, the traces of the fight no longer visible.
Tyson scoops me into his arms. How I wish I’d feel something—anything.
“Who made you sad?” he asks.
I shrug, and he says, “I’ll make it hurt for you. The dickhead.”
“You’re fighting?”
“Of course.”
“When?”
“Tonight.”
“I don’t want you two to fight. It’s stupid.”
“I hope you win,” Celine says, spearing Blake with a glare as he walks past us.
I want to go to Blake and demand he stop this idiotic fight, but my mouth doesn’t seem to work. Even though I doubt I can convince him, I send him a message.
Don’t fight, please.
I see him leaning against his favorite wall inside of an alcove, his eyes pinned on his phone, but he doesn’t answer.
I stride to him and grip the lapels of his jacket, noticing the forlorn look on his face.
“You look so sad,” he says, sounding dejected. It’s written in the hard line of his jaw that he thinks he’s to blame.
I don’t want to lie. I am sick and tired of hiding.
“It’s not your fault.” It’s not even mine. It is what it is, and no one’s fault that I have a lovelorn heart.
“Please, I don’t want you to fight. Just stop,” I say instead.
“Don’t worry, it’s the last time. I want you to be happy.”
He pushes himself off the wall, and as I watch him retreat, his shoulders droop. A gloomy shadow accompanies him, tugging at my heartstrings like nothing else.
I am an unfocused mess throughout my classes. Blake’s parting words reverberate in my head, and I can’t shake the impression that he is going to intentionally lose tonight. I can’t have that. I can’t let him punish himself because of me. It’s not his fault he doesn’t feel the same way I do.
With purpose flowing through me, I walk back to the house with the girls. They look at me warily.
“Mia?” Celine asks.
“He’s going to fight.”
“Let him,” Abi says. I love that she takes my side, but there will only be losers tonight.
“I can’t let him do that. You didn’t see him.”
“You can’t stop him,” Bailey says.
“I will find a way.”
“How?” Celine asks me.
“I don’t know yet.”
“He can’t fight us all. We should just lock the asshole inside his room,” Abi says.
“I don’t like how he looked,” Bailey sighs.
That’s why this damn fight can’t happen.
Once it’s night, we walk straight to The Cave. The place is packed, with students cramming inside to watch the fight.
I approach Tyson and say, “Could you please not fight?”
“Sorry, Mia.”
“This has nothing to do with me and we both know it.”
He hikes a brow. “So what? A fight is a fight.”
The masses part for Blake, who reaches us. He jerks a chin in greeting and passes me by.
“Am I invisible, Blake?” I snap, reaching my breaking point.
He stiffens but walks toward the bar where the guys are.
I stride in their direction and tell the guys. “Someone stop this idiot.”
“We tried,” mumbles Kaden.
“Stop worrying about him, sis. He’s a big guy.”
The music pounds, but not harder than my heart. I promise myself this is the last and only time I will do this. But I am desperate, so I walk to Blake and say, “Don’t fight.”
“Why? This is your chance to fucking date.”
“You want that, Blake? Me with someone else? Kissing someone else, fucking someone else?”
His entire body ripples, as if he can barely restrain the volcano inside of him. I take it as a good sign.
“It wouldn’t bother you if I went on a date with Tyson, right?” I don’t even know where this surge of confidence came from.
He marches into the ring, followed by Tyson, who says, “Thanks, Mia. It would have been a shame to fight against him when he’s not enraged.”
A scream sits at the tip of my tongue.
Blake beckons Tyson with two fingers, and he’s too eager to accept the invitation. If the first fight was a rainstorm, this one is an all-out hurricane, leaving nothing but destruction behind. Blake throws one punch after the other. He doesn’t even appear human at the moment. Tyson is trying to hold his own, landing a few hits, but Blake is a machine. I am afraid he’s going to kill him.
I hop into the ring, and when Blake sees me, Tyson delivers a right hook straight to his jaw . Blake responds with an elbow straight to his throat, and Tyson flies to his back.
“Stop.” I take Blake’s hand in mine, and he cracks his neck.
“I was ready to lose. I guess you don’t want to be free to see someone else while I’m still alive.”
He wants a fight right here, right now. He’ll get one.
“I thought you wanted that.”
Blake’s attention is on me even when Tyson stands. I shake my head at the idiot for not staying down.
“Go to him, and I will make it hurt even worse,” Blake warns.
“I won’t if you stop fighting.”
“You have two options, Silver. Run and I will chase you, and when I catch you, I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Or… I am going to fuck him up.”
I don’t even think. A concoction of adrenaline and lust pumps through my blood, making me take off. Everything happens in a blur as I run outside, heading toward the woods on pure instinct.
I pump my legs until I am out of breath, but I push myself harder. I feel Blake behind me. With every stuttered intake of air, I know he’ll catch me––the prey awakening the predator in him. I am so hot and wanton my body vibrates in pent-up anticipation.
Desire blurs my vision as I try to focus on where I am running. It’s so damn dark, the half-moon’s dim light is not enough to penetrate the forest’s depth, sucking me in. I strain my ears as Blake chases after me, his boots stomping on the snowy grass, the branches cracking under the pressure. It’s a miracle I haven’t fainted from the potent rush as my senses go into overdrive.
He catches me and pulls me to his chest, ending the chase. Puffs of air dissolve into the icy atmosphere, just like my attempt to get away from him.
“You should have run faster,” he says in my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck, and my body heats instantly.
“Maybe I wanted us to get to the good part sooner.”
“Let’s see if you still think that once I fuck this pussy raw.”
Goose bumps scatter down my neck, rolling into shivers running down my spine. I want to take everything he has and more now that his control just snapped.
“Give me all you’ve got.”
Blake pushes me to the ground, my knees landing on a large patch of moss that softens the hard earth. He unbuckles his pants, and I swallow hard. He looks like a god—an angry, sculpted god—looking down at his offering.
“Open your mouth.”
I do, dazed, but he cocks his head and tsks.
“Wider, Silver. How am I going to fit my cock otherwise?” he asks while pumping his length up and down, hypnotizing me while I clench my thighs, not believing I took him inside of me.
I stretch my mouth as wide as I can, the discomfort setting in, and that’s exactly what he wants to prepare me for when I take him.
“Good, but still not wide enough. I guess it’s your throat I’ll fuck after all.”
And then he pushes himself inside, hitting the back of my throat. I gag and sputter, tears welling up in my eyes.
He dabs a thumb at the corner of my eyes but does not take it easy on me, almost as if he enjoys my struggle. The thought makes me into a hot mess.
“So fucking beautiful, my Silver. On your knees for me, mouth stuffed full, choking on my fat cock, yet so fucking eager to please me.”
He fucks my mouth, taking his pleasure while I can’t do a thing but accept it and every glorious inch and width of his cock. His face loses that hard edge, pulling taut with pleasure.
I squirm, needing a bit of friction. I am so wet and horny that I am losing my damn mind when he slips his boot between my thighs. As he pushes in and out of my mouth, I grind against his leg. It could be minus a hundred degrees outside, but I wouldn’t feel it because I am burning up from within.
“Such a dirty girl, desperate to get off. Take my cum first, and then I am going to fuck that cunt of yours next.”
I could come from his dirty talk alone. I am somewhere in a haze filled with delicious want, delirious for more. And then his cum fills my mouth, but he continues to thrust in and out leisurely until he stumbles back.
“Swallow every drop,” he commands.
I do and then lick my lips dry.
“Good girl.”
Our eyes lock, trapping us in a moment blaring with truth: this is us—a bit messy, raw, and deep.
He turns me on all fours and hikes my dress up over my ass, then rips open my tights and pulls off my thong. The sting is quickly forgotten, though. He feasts on my pussy, sucking on my lips and nibbling on my clit. The wet sounds my pussy makes would be embarrassing if I weren’t so lost in my own pleasure. His tongue is magical, casting a spell of rapture on my body, which shakes uncontrollably. I am at his mercy, and he single-handedly has the power over my pleasure. And when he adds his fingers into play, it absolutely wrecks me in the best way. It feels so good. I moan and whimper, wanting even more while I tingle everywhere.
“Look at this greedy cunt swallowing my fingers and creaming on my tongue… Fuck, I could do this all day long, baby…”
Stars dance before my eyes while I try to chase them all. He doesn’t stop until I come, and I cry out his name in sheer abandon.
In one swift movement, he drives himself inside of me, filling me to the brim. I stutter on a shaky breath, and a tremor rocks my body at the incredible stretch and delicious fullness. I am chock-full of him from the inside out––intoxicated, lost in rapture. My head drops, and my fingers bury into the frozen earth, anchoring me while he tilts my world and throws it into another galaxy.
His hand squeezes my throat, and the other holds my hip as he fucks me. He takes my senses on the ride of their life, making me high on addictive pleasure. Moans and groans mix, creating a symphony of carnal desire. While he tethers me to him, every thrust sends me somewhere else. I feel boneless as I float on clouds of desire.
“Take.” Thrust. “All.” Thrust. “Of.” Thrust. “Me.”
My fingers dig deeper into the earth. “I am.”
“You are. Your cunt squeezes me so tight, makes me lose my fucking mind.”
“Good.” Lose your mind over me the way I am losing mine over you.
“That’s not good. Not for you.”
It sounds like a threat, one I hope he keeps. I don’t want to be anyone else’s but his.
“Look at me, my thoroughly fucked girl.” I get the impression he’s not just talking about him fucking me, but something else too.
I look over my shoulder, and when our eyes lock, potent emotions grip me in their claws. I can’t escape him. I never will.
“Those silver eyes of yours are my fucking undoing. This pussy is my damn perdition.”
And all I want is to be his peace.
Every muscle in me trembles, yet he keeps up the hard and deep thrusts. I take it, meeting him push for push.
A slap resounds, sharp and unexpected, before landing squarely on my ass.
“This is for flaunting yourself in front of me, too fucking tempting to resist.”
Good god, I think I’m going to die from the intensity.
Another slap follows, even harder this time. I half yelp, half moan.
“This is for putting your mouth on someone else. Your mouth will kiss only me and suck only my cock.”
A third one comes, and he presses, “Am I fucking clear?”
“Got it, only you. It’s too much, please…”
“What is too fucking much, huh?” He smacks my ass at the same time he pushes inside of me, and I shout my pleasure, not caring if the entire planet hears me. I’m having an out-of-body experience, but he has a vise grip around my throat, tethering me to him. I choke on a breath as he holds me to him, pressing his back against mine and not moving, making me take all of him.
“You get it now? Try to escape me, Silver.”
I get it. He thinks it’s too much, that I can’t take it. Smiling, I turn to face him. “I don’t want to.”
A groan of satisfaction rumbles in his throat as he splays his hands on my cheeks and spits into the crack of my ass. “Marked, fucked, dirtied up. Am I still the one you want, even as I turn you into my personal slut?”
He’s the only one I want.
Pushing his thumb inside my asshole, he adds, “I haven’t even stretched your pussy good enough to take my cock without a struggle, and I want this asshole as well.”
“Oh my god…”
Another slap cracks through the air. I am going to be so sore and sensitive once he’s done with me.
“Calling for God when you’re being fucked by a sinner… Sorry, Silver, but you’re at my mercy.”
Every thrust tears me apart and puts me back together. Blake brings me to the point of nearly passing out, and then he slows down again. Every muscle in my body constricts with the maddening rhythm and the blissful stimulation of my walls as I feel every ridge, every inch, again and again. He must feel it too, because he grips my chin and slams his mouth against mine. I come so hard, moaning my release in his mouth while he pats my pussy, prolonging my orgasm. Tears well in my eyes, and he licks them off my face before he pulls me up, putting my back to the trunk of a tree.
I hold on to him, locking my arms around his neck while he lifts me up by the ass. With the other hand, he guides himself to my pussy.
“You’re going to kill me.”
“I warned you, Mia. Yet, you pushed and pushed.”
“With pleasure.”
“Such a smart mouth.”
He drives into me with such force that I suck in a breath. “I’m loving it.”
“I guess you do because you’re my custom-made drug. And I am too weak to resist it. I’d never curb the habit anyway, so you’re fucked, Silver. Truly fucked in more ways than one.”
His stamina is like a gladiator’s before a big arena fight, indulging in one last carnal pleasure as he keeps up a savage rhythm. Can you die from so much ecstasy? I think you can.
His mouth comes down on mine, feeding me his groans as he fucks me into oblivion. My body is on fire—I could heat up Antarctica. Even with his hard fucking, I feel cherished, protected––his.
I don’t know how it’s even possible, but he gets bigger, and I am already brimming with him, stretched beyond my limits. That triggers another orgasm, and then we come at the same time, breathing heavily.
He stays inside of me until he softens, his head buried in my neck while I stroke his back. Every passing second is suffused with a combination of contentment and intimacy, making me wish I could hold on to him forever.
He places me down on the ground with utter gentleness, and if he hadn’t been holding me, I would’ve collapsed.
I don’t dare ask him, “What now?” Everything between us feels too fragile at this moment.
He gathers me in his arms and carries me toward the house. Snowflakes dance around us, parting as he moves––my winter prince, who burns hotter than any sun.
“What if someone sees us?” I ask.
“So what? Let them fucking see.”
Once we reach my bathroom, he places me down and runs a bath. Rummaging through the drawer, he squirts bath gel into the tub.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I fucked you. I am the one to tend to you afterward. My only regret is I didn’t draw you a bath after the first time, but I’ll be damned if that happens again.”
My heart crawls out of my chest and snuggles into his palm. That’s the issue he doesn’t want to acknowledge. He carries darkness—I know it—but he’s so damn good, caring, and self-sacrificing.
He undresses me, watching me so intently I can barely stand still. My fingernails and knees are caked with dirt, and my knees are tender from the ground. I don’t regret a thing, yet he doesn’t seem pleased with what he sees.
I caress his cheek. “I thought you’d be calmer.”
“In your presence, when I am burning all the fucking time, it would be impossible.”
Every step toward the tub reminds me he was inside of me. Getting in, I lean back, the bubbles dancing along my body. Only my nipples peek out through the foam.
I watch him watching me with bated breath, expecting him to leave. But to my surprise, he undresses and climbs into the tub across from me.
He grips my ankle, massaging down my calf. It feels so good that a moan escapes me. His dick hardens, all thick and long.
A giggle bursts out of me, and he says, “Ignore it.”
I can’t because I am aching for him. Even if it hurts, feeling him inside of me is worth it, so I slide onto his lap. “Take me.”
“Stop being so damn tempting. I know you’re sore.”
Fine, then I am taking what I want. I grip his length and lower myself down on him. He groans at the contact while my eyes roll back into their sockets. Every exquisite ridge and thick inch massages my walls into sweet oblivion.
“Is this normal?”
“That question is irrelevant, Silver.”
“Why?”
“Because you sealed your fate, Mia. My cock is the only one you’ll know.”
He pushes me down, and pleasure licks at my skin. It sets my core ablaze. “It feels so so good, you stretching me…”
“I have to, so this tight pussy can take me.”
He bends to my chest to suck my nipples leisurely, increasing my pleasure. He looks so damn fine, even with a bit of bruise forming on his jaw. I lean in to kiss his wound.
“Is it okay if I kiss your bruise, or does it hurt?”
“You never have to ask permission.”
I smile, nearly bursting with happiness. It’s not just my pussy that is full—my chest is, too. The moment feels surreal, and then there’s a knock on the door.
“Whoever it is, fuck off,” Blake shouts.
“Are you okay, Mia?” Abi asks.
Right then, he grips my ass cheeks, grinding me up and down on his length, making me delirious with pleasure. I tingle down to my toes, which curl automatically. Switching our position, he hauls me off him, flips me onto my hands and knees, and thrusts back in. Water laps over the edge of the tub, splashing on the floor.
“Are you, Silver?” he asks, tracing a line down my lower belly, and I clench even harder. “Tell them how okay you are, how fucking deep I am inside of you. I can trace my cock in your belly. Tell them I am pounding this tight cunt so raw, you’ll feel me for days.” He nibbles along my neck and jaw until he reaches my mouth. He turns my head to bite into my bottom lip and then sucks gently. “Tell them it’s not enough for me, though,” he whispers in my ear, “I have to mark every inch of your skin and come all over you so everyone will fucking know you’re taken, and we won’t leave until I accomplish all that.”
“I’m fine, Abi,”
I moan, cupping his cheek. “You’re crazy.”
“Yes, and you made me even crazier.”
“You owe me one when I have to keep Hunter away from you, Blake,” Abi says through the door, and I giggle.
“No one could stop me…”
“You will not fight my brother.”
“I will fight anyone who keeps me from you.”
“I think Tyson hit you hard in the head.”
“Don’t say his name. Don’t you ever say another guy’s name in front of me or while I’m inside of you.” His fingers dig into my waist, and then there’s no more talking.
I lose count of how many times he makes me come before blacking out.
***
When I wake up, he’s not next to me. Panic hits me, but the moment I scoot up, my body throbs. I am beyond sore.
When I stand in front of my vanity mirror, I gasp as I look at all the hickeys on my body and his prints. He did what he said he would, and I can’t contain the smile spreading over my lips. I put on his shirt, and his smell intoxicates my senses.
There’s a knock on my door, and I croak, “Yes?”
The girls stumble inside, and I cover my face as they eye me.
“You’re loud,” Bailey says.
I blush a fierce red. But I doubt I could be quiet when Blake fucks me so good.
“Sorry, not sorry… I can’t think straight when he fucks my brains out.”
They burst into laughter, and Celine and Abi give me a knowing look.
“We spent a marvelous night at the shooting range. I swear Hunter knows what happened last night, though. He’s grumpy as fuck,” Celine says.
“He’s always grumpy,” Bailey says.
“Maybe because he’s the only one not getting any,” Abi says.
“That’s gross,” I say, but grin like a fool. I’m so relieved he wasn’t in the house. Just the thought that my brother could have heard me last night mortifies me.
“Look how she’s beaming. Fucking does you good,” Celine chuckles, and I throw a pillow at her face, but then my mood plummets. We’re not in a relationship.
“Hey, what happened just now?”
I am done with this pity party so, I’m just gonna see how it goes. No one knows what tomorrow will bring. And though we’re not in a relationship, I won’t lose hope, especially not after how things have evolved between us.
“I’m going to see my father tonight and return tomorrow. I need…”
“A bit of space,” Celine says.
“Have you seen Blake?”
“No,” all three say.
I look at my phone, but I don’t have any texts from him. I deflate, but what did I expect?
When the girls leave, I change and drive to my father’s house at the Family compound. The moment I step inside, he takes me in a bear hug. He holds on until I’m the one to end it—something he has been doing since my mom died.
“I’m glad you’re visiting me, but why do I feel like there’s more?”
“It’s…”
“A boy?”
I offer a small nod.
“Who is the asshole who upset my amazing daughter?”
I giggle and loop my arm around his. “So what is the surprise about?”
Suddenly, he becomes all fidgety. “It can wait,” he says.
“Are you nervous?”
“We’ll wait for your brother. He needs to be present for this conversation.”
We spend the day together, reminiscing and walking around the compound. He looks at peace, and I am happy for him.
When my brother arrives, my father and I have just finished cooking dinner. Hunter looks at me, then at my father.
“You’re both hiding something. Spit it out. I have to go back.”
“Why so soon?”
Wanting the attention off me, I blurt. “Because he’s in denial, Dad.”
“Mia,” Hunter warns.
“I think he likes a girl, and instead of admitting it, he acts like a jerk.”
“That’s not true.”
“See, he’s defensive. Why do you have to go back to the house when everyone else is there?”
“Blake isn’t.”
“Will you two stop bickering?” my father says.
Where could he be? Blake better not have left. The thought alone drags my heart to the pits of hell.
“I am seeing someone,” Dad says, and I offer him a nod to continue while Hunter gulps down an entire glass of water.
“Who?” my brother blurts out.
“Christine, Kaden’s mother.”
Hunter’s jaw drops. “Really, Dad? Since when?”
“It’s been a month. She’s incredible, and what started as a friendship turned into more.”
“So is this serious?” Hunter asks.
“Of course, it’s serious. I wouldn’t have told you if it wasn’t.”
“Are you happy?” I ask, even though it’s obvious he is. He dips his chin in a nod, smiling brightly.
“Then I am happy for you.”
When we finish dinner, my father is on the phone, surely telling Christine that he told us.
“We’re going to be a big, happy family,” Hunter mumbles.
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask.
“I have to be, don’t I?”
“It’s his right.”
“Yes, it’s my fault, anyway.”
I wrap my arms around his torso, and he hugs me back.
“One day, I hope you’ll realize it was an awful accident. Wrong time, wrong place. I’ve never blamed you. Father hasn’t either.”
He offers a strained nod that’s not reassuring. I wish I could take his pain away—the guilt that has eaten at his happiness since he witnessed our mother die.
When my dad comes inside, I lean my head against his shoulder and watch my brother drive away.
“I worry about him,” he says.
“I do, too.”
While I hope one day I won’t have to worry about Hunter anymore, I doubt that will ever happen. After I kiss Dad goodnight, I go to my room upstairs.
Thoughts of Blake keep me awake. I need his warmth around me, the cocoon of his embrace.