Haunting-Adeline

I scoff. “I’m not jealous. Let me go,” I snap, a emp ng to pull away from
him.
He pulls me in close, his lips brushing across mine as he stares deeply
into my eyes.
“That will never happen, Adeline. I will never let you go.” I s ffen,
thrown off by the severity in his tone. He’s actually serious.
He crushes his lips to mine before I can respond. And because this will
be the last me I will ever allow this man to touch me, I respond in kind. I
claw at him, tugging at the collar of his hoodie roughly, and clenching his
bo om lip between my teeth, bi ng down hard un l I taste his blood on
my tongue.
He growls and devours me whole, his mouth s ll tas ng of my pussy.
And then he rips away from me, breathing hard.
“Go,” he demands roughly.
I don’t hesitate. I stumble out of the field and to my wai ng car, the only
one le in the parking lot. A fidge ng Daya sits behind the wheel, her stare
boring into me.
I sigh, readying myself for a tough conversa on I don’t know how to
have. I’ll s ck to my story. I got lost. That’s it.
I open the car door and nearly collapse in. When I meet her stare, she's
glaring at me with the heat of a thousand suns.
“Why the fuck do you look and smell like you just got fucked?”