He slipped the ring onto my finger, then he stood up and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground and spinning me in a way that would've terrified me if I wasn't so happy. I was crying so much that I could barely see, and he just held me in his arms the entire time. We didn't move for
By the time the sun started its slow descent over the horizon, I was finally starting to feel like myself again. The fresh sea breeze had done wonders for my mood, and for a few hours, I could almost forget that I was on a yacht with a man who could possibly be a killer. But just as the yacht retu
I know I can be an over-reactor sometimes. And maybe I went a little overboard with the whole yelling thing yesterday. But after my conversation with Ethan, and a very long, steamy and passionate night, I somewhat came to my senses, and I was able to calm down. I didn't feel the need to put a bullet
He looked up at me slowly, and there was a shocked, and slightly enraged look in his eyes. But I didn't give a damn. I meant every word of it, and this was going to be the last warning I ever gave him. "Do you think you love her?" he whispered. " More than you ever could," I replied. "So get tha
ETHAN I always knew the peace wasn't going to last for long. And to be honest, I was just bracing myself for the moment when everything would go downhill. So when it happened, I'm ashamed to say that a part of me was actually relieved that it was finally being let out. But sitting there and havin
I had never sat at a more tense and silent dinner like I did that night. Every single person at the table just silently stared between Markus and I, wondering why we were glaring at each other. As for me, I was thinking about all the horrible things I could do to him. Perhaps I could stab him in t