#Chapter 178: Locked Doors

Hannah My mind that night was consumed by thoughts of Noah. I tossed and turned all night, unable to find sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, felt his hands on my body. Every time I flipped to one side or another, I imagined what it would be like to see him sleeping next to me, to feel his hands tug me closer against his body. And no matter how hard I tried to push it away, no matter how much I tried to pretend that it hadn’t happened, that memory of our night together played on repeat in my head, mingling with the events of the summer hunt. A release, he had said, pinning my wrists against the wall. For both of us. When he had pulled his fingers out from between my thighs, they had been slick and shiny. I saw those fingers in my mind on repeat, flashing between slick, clear, and damp to deep red with blood—my lips, covered in the metallic taste of the deer’s flesh. Something had awakened in me that night we had slept together, and