Alaric
The way he was staring at me after saying everything he had on his mind made my heart race so wildly that I believed he could hear it too.
The interior of the Maybach felt smaller now, the heavy air thick with the residue of his tears and the truth he had just dumped between us.
Why the hell was my heart pounding beside him like this? It wasn't the first time it had happened during our encounters, but this time, what I actually felt wasn't just me trying to figure out my messy emotions. It was because I already knew why I was feeling like that.
I liked Nico Park. Much more than I could ever imagine.
And as much as I was desperate a moment ago to voice my opinion, to yell at him for always walking out the absolute second we finished having sex, I held it all back. I choked down the lingering resentment because I finally understood the reasons why he had to be like that.
He was a victim.
