ANNE

I have become a zombie. I ran back to my room earlier and tried my best to sleep, like just turn off my thinking side of the mind and play dead for a while but I couldn’t do it.

My thoughts kept drifting to the shit that happened between me and Zero. The mate bond played with me, pulled me in, made me kiss him, and then also worked its magic on him and made him turn into someone he is not.

Oh, the sparks, the feel of his skin under my fingertips and his shit dangerous lips. I tried forgetting about all of it, but I can’t which is yes. Kind of shit.

I groan, rolling around the bed like a love-sick teenager. The whole day has passed and I am still cooped in here, unable to sleep or to even go outside and do something else.

Losing the war with myself, I finally decide to throw all the pillows down and get up from the bed grumpily. I need to go bring a bottle of water, I drank the one placed in my room while trying to wash off his fucking taste from my lips. I don’t want to recall