Ninety Days To Break Your Heart

inda, would you

a whisper, bro

nd hovered over her e

l blow. His hand, which was gripping her waist, went s

ck, looking

lts from his grip. Her eyes were wide, dry, and completely empty. Ther

umbling over the coffee table, putting distance between them as if she were

cracked. He reached

t move to cover herself. She

ed and fled. The door to the master bedroom slammed shut, the lock clicki

slowly, painfully, she sat up. She ga

d her skin until it was raw, red and stinging, but she couldn't wash away the sensation of being owned. Of being a thing. She applied a

came t

st bed. Her body ached

e high collar hiding the marks on her

onsole table, staring at his phone, but he

His eyes dropped to her neck,

ed with something that sounded like shame

" Mia cut him off. Her voice

t him. She did

on the floor, Wi

e, we need

turned her head slightly, offering him her profile. "You were

the nursery and

ooked at his hands, then clenched them in