Chapter 17

Beeze's POV

It was finally Saturday and I am currently laying on the couch with Wes. He's been playing with my fingers absentmindedly and I think there's something on his mind.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Yea, I'm just a little tired." I turn around to face him and he smiles softly at me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes baby, I'm sure." He plants a kiss on my nose and I smile, standing and walking to the bathroom

"Where are you going?" He calls out and I roll my eyes amused at his whiney tone.

I've got to say it was really something to sit on the toilet and watch New York City. It felt as if every time they looked up, they were staring at me.

I smile at a woman carrying her son into a toy shop. He was basically bubbling with joy.

Which led me to one thought.

I miss Thomas.

Frowning, I finish my business and wash my hands. Turning my head once more, I froze at what I saw.

Dressed in all black, a man stood staring directly at me. My eyes widen as he tilts his head and points at me.