Phoebe

Adrian took me to a room downstairs and closed the door. I immediately wrapped my arms around myself, waiting for the rejection.

“Who hurt you? Was it your mate? Is that why you look like you’re trying to pull yourself into the smallest bit of space possible?” he asks me.

I look down at myself, frowning. “Is that what I look like?”

“You look like you wish the ground would swallow you whole. I’m just not sure if it’s because of me personally, or because of whoever hurt ...