Wicked Evil

Azalea. My body finally relaxed and my crying stilled. My heart was beating loudly inside my ears when reality had finally settled in. I had another, full-blown panic attack, and I was currently wrapped inside Dante’s arms. I knew I should move, now, but my body didn’t seem to want to draw itself out of its place of comfort. As much as I hated to admit it, I’ve never felt safer, here, with him. Every instinct in me knew he’d never hurt me. The funny thing was when I started dating Barry, I could feel something about him was off, but I foolishly chose to ignore it. Not a single warning signal inside me went off when I was with Dante, even at times when he was acting like a brat. Was this a good thing? I scowled at myself. Why was I even thinking that? Besides me falling for someone was the worst idea possible, who’s to say he’s wanted me in that way anyway? And here I was, stupidly arguing with myself inside my mind why he remained still, holding me and not uttering a single word. Darn