Travis
“We have to hold off telling Kris and you're going to be staying there—with him—in his f*****g bed?"
I ran my fingers through my hair as I paced in my living room. No way was this happening. I wouldn't let it.
“He can't do anything," Remi said urgently. “He's injured, and I'll make sure he knows I'll have no part in injuring him further. He already knows I won't budge on that."
“Why?" I stopped in the middle of the room as the fire inside me became an inferno. “Did he try something?"
“Travis, baby, please try to understand. To him, we're still a full-blown couple. Of course he's gonna try. But you need to trust that I won't allow anything to happen."
The grenades inside me were still going off as the visual of Kris trying things with Remi assaulted me: visuals of him touching
