KATRINA’s P O V
I tried to avoid Travis’ lips but his hold on me was so tight that escaping from him was impossible as he kissed me hungrily. My lips felt numb, and I couldn’t do anything but sob, which caused him to freeze up.
‘‘I’m sorry…’’ Travis murmured in my ear, and gently stroked his hand over my hair. ‘‘I’m sorry, Katrina. Oh, God. You’re alright now. Don’t worry, I’m here. You’re safe now, Katrina…’’ he kept soothing me, his warmth gradually sipping into me.
Slowly, I pulled away, and stared into his emerald eyes. Another tear escaped my eye. ‘‘I didn’t…’’ I choked. How could I tell this to him? ‘‘I didn’t miss the meeting on purpose. I was on my way there when something happened. It was an accident. I’m hurt. I’m hurt because Joe treated me like that…’’
He frowned, seemed not to understand what I was trying to say.