Kelly’s POV
He looked at me as he sat on the floor with parted lips. We’re both soaking wet and I could feel the cold wind penetrating through the sleepwear I’m wearing. I caressed my wet hair and hugged my body as I pulled myself up.
Klay pulled himself up too and grabbed my arm, stopping me when I attempted to leave.
His eyes were full of hope and he’s smiling like an idiot. “You…you saved me…”
Anger crept in my heart.
“You saved me, Kelly. You still love me—”
I slapped him so hard as my tears rolled down my cheeks continuously. I can’t believe him. He did that purposely? He knew that I can’t stand seeing someone die before my eyes, so he used this scheme so I’d save him? So he can find a way to justify what he’s trying to believe?
He looked at me with parted lips. His eyes were softly staring as I continued shedding tears.
“You can manipulate me over and over again but you can never win my heart,” I said with a hint of disgust and hatred.
