Rose’s POV

Suffolk, Virginia 2023

As I meditated, I thought about Chris. My lovely, blond-haired, blue eyes, Chris. My hot, golden retriever like, Chris. How he could make me feel things I never could imagine. How when my parents left me home alone, he could climb up to my window, and we would talk and cuddle and do other stuff until we passed out. I missed him. I wanted him here with me. Naw, I needed him here with me. We were both stronger together, even when we were just friends and not lovers. I’ve always felt like he was my soulmate. Like there was some unknown force that brought us together. No matter how hard I fought him away, he would still be there for me when I needed him. When he went away to med school, he saved himself even though many hoes threw themselves at him. I missed him so much it hurt me. I remembered the day we first got our apartment. How we started making out in the doorway. How he picked me up and carried me to our bed and started kissing and sucking on my neck. How I squealed as he threw me on the couch and ripped my jeans off. How hungry he was for a taste of me. How I screamed as he plunged himself inside of me in hard and fast motions as I pulled his hair. I started to sob. I missed him. I wanted him all over my body. I tried to dominate him as he finally let me take control of my 21st birthday.

I would never forgive Sebastian for taking me away on my wedding day. I would make him, and anyone else pay for taking me away from my soulmate. I willed Chris to come to me. For him to find me and once again claim me as his own. I wanted him to kiss me with his very plump lips. To put his fingers around my neck and nip it as I moaned in his ear. I did everything I could to search for his mind, to find some connection. I strained myself, trying to stretch my scent to wherever he was until I collapsed onto the floor, hitting my head in the process.

When I finally awoke, I was on my bed wrapped in the covers. I snuggled into my fuzzy blankets and kicked my feet out of sheets. I hated it when my feet were hot. I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep, but all I could see were thoughts of Chris. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be with him. But there was no guarantee that Sebastian would not find me and kill us both. I decided to get up and search for ways to escape. The door was locked. All I had was a window, and unless I could master flying, my dumbass was going to fall three stories down and break something. I audibly groaned. I could do nothing but wait for Sebastian to come back so I could formulate a plan. I decided to work out in my wait. Maybe working out could ease my frustrations.