[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
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- AMAYA'S POV -
AS MY BODY moves, my eyes flutter open, catching the scent of freshly washed sheets and the velvety duvets on my skin.
Adams brought me home last night, and after we said our goodnights, he went home again. Nothing more.
Today, like he said, he would pick me up.
I climb out of my brand-new bed, where the mattress is heavenly soft against my cold skin.
Adams will take me to the library, and then I will get in my car and drive over to my next therapy appointment, which is later today.
I hate therapy.
I am about to take a shower, confident that this home has been thoroughly cleaned before I formally moved in.
My eyes droop to my left hip like they always do after I sigh and take off my pajamas.
Though that is practically what I want to do when I look at my body in general, every time my eyes land on that particular spot, I want to rip off the scar that lies behind the magnificent snake tattoo.
After taking off my clothes, I turn on the shower. When the cold water hits my arm, my face remains numb. Since I started using ice-cold water to wash myself when I was fourteen, I no longer consider cold to be anything special.
I fully enter the shower and sigh as the cold water caresses the burning scars that have been on my body for years.
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I take a shower, change into my clothing, and eat breakfast before picking up my phone from the table in my living room.
I turn on my phone and once more ignore all of my mother's calls and texts.
At this point, I am begging for a beating, but I could care less about it because I have grown desensitized to it.
When I see Adams' name on my screen, I know he will arrive soon while the corners of my lips lift up.
Before I knew it, the bell rang and my eyes had somewhat widened already.
He raced, didn't he?
I shake my head and gather my things before walking up to the door and opening it to discover the blonde man standing there in fact.
I had never seen him in a black suit before today, but he is wearing one right now. In it, he looks pretty great.
He looks at me for longer than I anticipated before clearing his throat and smiling, "Are you ready? Or am I too early? Shit, I probably am-,"
I shake my head at his words and step outside, closing the door behind me.
