CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE
IAN’S POV
Her smile, the way even the least significant things would make her blush and damn, that untapped innocence swirling around her were all too fresh in my mind. Unconsciously, I found myself smiling despite the painful squeeze deep in my heart.
“Are you even listening to me? I just babbled on and on about why leggings are not good for me and you’ve tapping out for God knows how long,” Racheal snapped for probably the tenth time. I had lost count of how many times I had gotten lost in my own thoughts. I could not get it to sink it in my head that Faith and I were no more. It was just to painful to accept it and I wanted to hate her for it, but I couldn’t.
“I made the right choice, didn’t I?” I questioned, sitting up straight on my bed, my gaze sta
