Kisses And Butterflies

Rachel didn’t give Dylan a chance to explain himself and drive him off outside her bedroom, smacking and pushing him with a pillow,

“Take it back then! | don’t want any of it!”

“Go!” She cried out with one last push until Dylan stepped out from her room and slammed the door shut in his face.

She was panting really hard. Her heart thudded in her chest like a thousand galloping horses. She leaned her back against the door, her tears kept on streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t want to cry. However, she wasn’t in control of it. They were an open well that kept on overflowing no matter how hard she tried to wipe them dry.

He made her feel uncomfortable. She thought he was a burglar that came into her house and would mean her harm. She thought she was going to die, rape her dead body. There were so many things that were running in her head right now. She never sensed his presence. She didn’t know how long he was staying inside her apartment. He invaded her space once again.

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