Chapter Four

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"But Dorian. Your stuck with my name on your wrist forever." I say looking into his grey eyes. "And should I care?" He says looking back into my grey ones. "Well..." He chuckles and sits on the bed. "How are the cuts?" He says rolling up my sleeves. "They're-" I was cut off by Dorian pointing to a new one. "Haylee... When did this happen." He says staring into my eyes. His eyes started turning black. That's what happens when he gets really angry. "Yesterday." I squeak out. He groaned and ripped his suitcase open. He grabbed the Neosporin and put it on the cut. All the other ones are scars that are fading.

"Dorian." I say yawning. "Yeah?" He says rolling my sleeves down."I'm tired.." I say looking up at him. "Me too." He says laying down hogging the whole bed and pretending to snore like a four year old. "Dorian!!!!" I yell smacking him. "Fine." He rolls over and gives me some space. I lay down and he wraps his arms around me protectively. I look down at the tattoo and smile and close my eyes and snuggle into Dorian's arms.

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