56. The truth will always come out

I don’t see Daryl for the rest of the day and I was grateful, instead I was spending the afternoon mulling over Christians words and wondering if he had felt the sparks between us like I had. Before leaving Christian had warned me that I might feel pain from rejecting Daryl but as time passed I felt nothing, literally nothing and it made me realise how little i actually know.

Christian stuck to his word and slept on the white leather sofa in the room, he waited patiently outside whilst I sorted myself out and climbed into the large bed, it really was massive and I seemed oddly small in comparison but I knew I was safe with Christian not far away.

At some point in the night I woke, tossing and turning, an unnerving gut feeling and sitting up I see Christian fast asleep and I push the odd sensation away from my mind and try to settle back down but I knew something wasn’t right.

Sitting up, I whisper Christians name but he doesn’t stir. Tiptoeing