CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
"What really is the point of trying to be a good person when you are just going to get hurt in the end?" I broke the imminent silence that had befallen us. His photographer friend had long left us after he took a picture of us.
With my legs flailing in the water, I looked at Malcom.
"I really don't know how to answer that Sophie but I'm never going to let Bernard or any other douchebag do anything to you ever again," He promised.
"And how are you going to do that Malcom? Fight off every single person who comes close to me?" I asked.
He leaned close to me, his warm breath fanning my face as he clasped his hands in mine. His gaze met mine as I struggled not to get lost in his eyes. How could someone be this striking? Was he going to kiss me or somethin
