Chapter 25 . White rabbit

Kelly POV

I spend the rest of the day in my room, pondering the horrendous morning I had and trying to recover from it.

My eyes are glazed over with a film of despair as I stare up at the popcorn ceiling. My body is sprawled out on the top of my bed, arms folded serenely over my chest as if I'm ready to be buried in my grave.

Thoughts run rampant in my head, circulating around Ethan like he actually matters. I hate that stupid jerk so much.

I can't stop thinking about that damned kiss. My fingertips numbly brush my lips, they still seem to tingle from the contact of my mate.

I remember every single gory detail. It's burned into my memory, and even if I never kissed him again I won't forget it. Not a single second of it.

Nor will I forget the betrayal that sizzles deep inside of me.

Every time I picture Ethan's stupid face, I want to punch it. It probably won't do much damage, but it will feel good, that's for sure.