Chapter 23

ANASTASIA

You know those deadly chills you feel down your spine—cold and scary chills? Because it feels like something is too late to get done?

Yeah, right, I’m feeling those chills right now as my toes are curling up in my white sneakers because I don’t expect Denver to meet me here and this way.

I watch his jaw clenching and the movement of his gritting teeth from his cheekbones and jawlines.

I’m doomed.

How did he get here without giving me any signs? When he hasn’t even spoken to me since he hurt and left me last night? And that’s because he truly hates me.

He hates me because I was a virgin, and I let him take it away. Maybe he sees me like shit because doing virgins is not his thing. I mean, doing virgins probably disgusts him, or probably the sight of blood disgusts him even more.

My eyes are all over his features as he stands in front of the door. I trail my eyes from his curly hairs and broad, sexy shoulders to the waistband of his trouser as my eyes linger around his slim wa