Bully Me
He says not eating lunch and barely eating dinner isn’t the healthiest way to cope.
He tried to talk to me about it, but i couldn’t. All I could think about was Ford’s teeth in my neck. It’s been dragging me down a lot lately. I don’t know what to do, because everything is coming on too strong. I’m drowning, alone.
“Baby?” Axton murmurs, his hand squeezing my thigh. I pull myself out of my head, and force a small smile.
“Hm?” my eyes roam his face. His eyes are a deep blue today, and his pupils are blown. They have gold tints to them, which is another sign his wolf is on the surface.