Chapter eighty six

Alysa's POV

 

The morning was the time I was waiting for. I wanted to finish today and come back. I wanted to do that so I could analyse it and understand exactly what I needed to do. At least, the next decision to take.

 

"Shit," I said slowly, not loud enough for anyone to hear.

 

After granting myself the last wish of sleeping on the same bed with Max. I started having bad nightmares about the bad way Jeremy treated me. I could not sleep, or even breathe properly. I felt like I was suffocating. If not anything, I just wanted to get everything I had on my mind, off. I wanted to rest from it and I wanted to tell everything to Max, but it was not the right time.

 

I was staring at him and I could feel how good it was to be in love with someone who had the same kind of things I had. The mind, aura, commitment, and the great sound are so hard to mention.