#Chapter7

BELLA—

Twirling the mug in my hand, I watched the coffee go from side to side. The chattering of the people had faded and all that was left was the thoughts that had kept me up all night. I'd replayed the events with Chase from top to bottom and I couldn't find the right feelings to feel about it. He'd attacked me, didn't hurt me but he did attempt to. I knew the risks every time I set foot into that place, I knew what could happen, so why did I test it so much? Why was I so drawn to this man? Why couldn't I just say fuck...