Maybe she thought I’d believe she fell asleep. Maybe I’m pushing too hard. Maybe I need to back off. Or maybe I need to give her more time. I settled for having her in my bed, even if not in the way I needed her to be. But we were all there, sleeping in one bed, like a family. She slept like a li...
Hunter’s not just mine – he’s Matty’s too. And what kind of soulless jerk would I be if I were to sabotage that in any way? I’d be worse than a Dalek, worse than a Wendigo that chooses to dine on the flesh of humans for some sort of longer life. I’d be worse than Voldemort...
