#Chapter18

He took my silence as an insult. He shook his head stepping back from letting me lean fully back on the wall. I had to pull my dress down slightly.

I could finally look at him, I noticed the mess his hair was in the bruises on his arms the tired eyes that he tried to hide.

The stress that he goes into has never really registered with me. I was too conscious on the fucking tease he was.

"I'm not some hormonal 18-year-old boy Kristina if I wanted a quick fuck I wouldn't even look your way because you don't deserve that" this statement made my eyes widen...