Amanda Bell
I had no idea why I did it, but when he pulled me into his chest, I felt safe. I have never felt like that before—only with Peyton, which doesn´t count because, as my annoying little brother, he barely hugs me or shows affection.
My father seldom held me when I was a child, and after what happened with Peter and the others, he said I was tainted and filthy, and he stopped cold turkey any sign of affection. Now I was here, in the middle of the night, in my pajamas and a fluffy robe, in the arms of a man who did not see me as anything else but me.
His eyes rimmed red, his hair was disheveled, and he locked eyes with mine intensely. My heart and body were completely haywire, and I agreed when he asked me to go with him. He promised me nothing I was uncomfortable with would ha
