Hope
I stood there face to face with my childhood best friend. My second chance mate and I was in the strongest haze I had ever had. My skin was burining up, I could feel my n*****s harden and my s*x drip. The air was thick and I couldn't breathe. I had to tear my clothes off before I suffocated. I tried walking away but Jason stopped me.
"Hope"
I spun around to face him, "Jason, let go of me. I have to go, something is wrong" I practically screamed at him
He let go of my hand, "When you say something is wrong that means something is usually very wrong" He was looking at me with dark eyes. I wasn't at all fazed by Jason. He had a mate and there was no way in the world he would try anything on me. Whether I was his second chance mate or not he was still ...Jason. The boy I grew up
