About One Year Later.
The sight of the Hamptons vacation home gave me the same feeling as walking to a gravestone; a nice polished exterior holding devastation beneath my feet. The memories of everything from Cliff’s touch to Easton’s harsh words returned at the sight of this wretched house as felt a hand reach over to my own in an attempt to soothe me.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean we can always tell them that I couldn’t get off or-” Dillion began to speak as I lifted my hand to the light beard over his cheeks before shaking my head ‘no’.
“Are you kidding? I want to show you off.” I confessed, finding comfort in his compassion before reaching across the console of the car and pressing a soft kiss into the lips of my boyfriend of the last nine months. But as I allowed him
