CH 8

Jane Duncan's POV

"Why are you here Collins?" I hissed at him while blocking the door before He could enter. He hadn't changed a bit. It felt like yesterday since I last saw him.

His hair has been pulled back as always making him look even more beautiful than he already is. If I didn't know him I would think he didn't eat from how lean he is.

"Not even a Hi. It's been like six months since we last saw each other and the first thing you ask me is 'why am I here?'. Seriously Jane I didn't think you could get any colder."

He puts his hand on the door revealing the heartbeat tattoo on his upper arm. I remembered when he first got it, it held so many memories. Memories that I desperately wanted to forget.

"If you came here to insult me then you might as well leave because I don't have time for this." I tried to close the door but He forcefully pushed his way in and sat in the only armchair I had which was about seven years old now.

"What do you want Collins? Just say what you want to