He was so skilled, he easily pulled the monster back into her heart.
She was powerless against him.
"Why are you like this."
Her eyes were red, and she felt wronged, "Just because you know I can't bear to let you go."
Wyatt stepped forward and hugged her, "I'm sorry."
She withdrew her hand, "You come in first."
She turned to get the medicine kit, but Wyatt pulled her back, closed the door, and then lowered his head to kiss her forehead, her eyes, the corners of her mouth.
His patience was excessively good, his actions clearly intended to please her.
"What are you doing?"
He said, "Pacifying you."
Rae couldn't stay angry. She was no match for Wyatt. The moment he showed the slightest weakness, she would lose all sense of direction, and even forget the photo sent from the unknown number that had worried her before.
She kept first aid supplies at home because Wyatt was often injured.
"Sit on the couch."
Wyatt sat down.
