Chapter 23

Maddox's POV

Two weeks later...

To say the least... The past couple of days have been quite strange -sad, even.

Willow is no longer putting up a fight, or going against what I say or anything- she just sits there on the floor of her hundred-blanket-made bed and stares ahead at the wall with sweet, sorrowful eyes. Hell, she only ever speaks to me when she wants to make a trip to the kitchen or if she has to let me know she is going to take a bath. 

At first, I had told her she needed to sleep in the bed with me, but she quite evidently did not obey that, so, she made way to the couch and tried to make a space there. I got fed up, though, because I knew that if I let her do that, our relationship would never be able to heal and I'd never get the chance to wrap my arms around her at night and kiss the back of her neck softly as she drifted off into a dream land. 

One day later, though, I came h