CHAPTER 112 Better

  I pinned Wyatt against the wall and held his arms firmly. I was close to him and his breaths were coming out heavy.  

  "It's been a week, how long will you be distant?" I asked, kissing him. He tried to avoid my lips and when he couldn't, he bit me and I cursed. He switched our position abruptly and pinned my hands over my head. 

  "Better," he whispered, looking down at my neck.

  "You rile me up, why do you care about him?" he growled. 

  "He's just a friend and if I'm to live my dream life with the man of my youth, I would want the same for him... I don't know why, I just do," 

  "You're not responsible for his happiness," 

  "Then why do I feel that I am?" I asked softly. " the truth is that Azriel has a special place in my heart, I'm sorry, Wyatt," I said and his eyes softened, I wasn't expecting that reaction from him.