Adira
I pinned Wyatt against the wall and held his arms firmly. I was close to him and his breaths were coming out heavy.
"It's been a week, how long will you be distant?" I asked, kissing him. He tried to avoid my lips and when he couldn't, he bit me and I cursed. He switched our position abruptly and pinned my hands over my head.
" Better," he whispered, looking down at my neck.
" You rile me up, why do you care about him?" he growled.
" He's just a friend and if I were to live my dream life with the man of my youth, I would want the same for him... I don't know why, I just do,"
" You're not responsible for his happiness,"
" Then why do I feel that I am?" I asked softly. "The truth is that Azriel has a special place in my heart, I'm sorry, Wyatt," I said, and his eyes softene
