Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 95

Rebecca

"Rebecca?"

I wake up to the sound of William's voice. It's early morning, and birds are singing in the background. "Good morning..." I yawn and smack my tongue against my palate. "Fancy seeing you here."

William is silent for a while. I can feel his eyes travel over my body, knowing he must be wondering ab Davis kicked me, hit me, and tried to choke me. My skin has seen much better days, and so has my he "f**k, Rebecca... What happened to you?"

I'm unsure whether to laugh or cry, but since William isn't my mate, I refuse to meet his eyes.

"I fell down the staircase..."

"Your injuries are terrible. You even have a black eye again... It doesn't look like you fell down a stairc "I did."

"You have so many bruises..."

"I'm fine!"

"Rebecca... Why can't you just be honest with me and tell me what happened? I'm not your enemy."

"Okay!" I exclaim, uncaring that my voice is high-pitched. "You're right-I didn't fall, okay? My boyfrien

I squint at him and fight tears.

How long did I sleep? I had plan

injuries.

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e. More than once. Are you happ

William appears distraught, confused about what to do next. It's no wonder that he stands there frozen in motion. I get it. I'm not his mate, a Yet I like him, and it hurts.

Suddenly, I can't stop the tears from coming. I'm too mentally tired to care about them, though. Pretending to be strong is exhausting. Surely William will stop questioning me after seeing my tears. He will leave and go and be with that c te of his. Bitterness swells inside me, and I lift my chin. "Why aren't you leaving?" William stares at me, but I can't read his expression.

Is he taking pity on me? Why isn't he leaving?

Wordlessly, William sits down behind me on the grass behind the bleachers. I glare over my shoulder, but he doesn't care about my snarls. He spread his long legs apart, and without asking, he pulls me to his broad, warm chest.

It makes me feel smaller. Helpless. I wish I was strong enough to resist William and stop myself from leaning against him, but I'm not.

We are supposed to be enemies. William doesn't like me, and he, in return, drives me mad. But I'm lonely, and my situation seems less helpl

Resigned, my body sags against his firm chest. He is more than twice my size, and the fabric of his t-shirt is thin enough to allow me to feel tl Tattooed hands press me closer to him, and I sniff his fresh cologne while the tears fall.

I both hate and love this.