Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen

SIENNA

“You won't hate me tomorrow morning when I wake up?” he asked softly and I could finally recognize the vulnerability that was radiating through him. I wrapped my hands around him as if by doing that, I could protect him from myself. At least I would try to.

“I won't,” I said softly.

And I believed it. Or at least, I tried to. I didn’t want to always think about the consequences. I had thought about the consequences and yet I was still stupid enough to give Sylvester a second chance. I let myself believe that he loved me, which was quite stupid of me, considering the fact that he had hurt me before. So now, I didn’t think that the consequences were going to do me any good.

I felt his soft breathing against my skin, and I watched him until l felt my eyes drooping as I drifted into a restless sleep. Tonight had been full of many surprises.

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When I woke up the next morning, I was tired and my body screamed at me out of exhaustion. I could barely move my body. My legs ached de