Hallick’s POV
I am such a f.ucking i***t! What was I thinking, sending Seona into a changing room with a goddamn stranger? I just made her feel even worse than she already does by my own lack of awareness. I know how much I hate people staring at my scars, judging me for something that I can’t f.ucking control or change, and I still just threw the woman into a situation where she had to display herself without giving her a choice in the matter.
We weave through the throng of people that has already increased in the time we were inside the store, Seona sticking close to me, as I try to use my mass to protect her from being jostled too much by others. Those bruises are still fresh and I’m sure her ribs are aching so the last thing she needs is some impatient asshole shoving her.
She stil……
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