CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

- KILLIAN -

Winning is not much of a victory if she's not here to celebrate it with me. I close my eyes and splash water on my face.

My eyelids slid open and I stare at myself in the mirror, breathing through my mouth. My hair is wet and dripping water down my face which drips down the sink. The image of Hazel kissing that blonde suddenly flashes in my mind causing my gaze to harden.

Where was Liam when I needed him? I clench my fist and hit my hand on the sink in anger, still staring at myself in the mirror. If he was there at that moment, maybe he would've done something to stop it.

I groan. My fist hurts but not as much as the ache I feel in my heart right now.

The strange part about what I saw is despite this, I still desire her. My body craves her so much. I want to someday sit with her and remember this moment with the satisfaction that I won.

Even though watching her lock lips with another man broke me. I kind of deserved it. I was a dick. But I'm trying to change that. I