What are you?

Freda's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, the morning light seeping in through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. As I tried to sit up, I felt a hand gently holding me down. Confused, I turned my head and saw Hardin lying beside me, his arm wrapped around me, holding me tight.

His eyes fluttered open, and our gazes locked. At that moment, a mix of emotions flooded through me. I couldn't deny the anger and hurt that lingered from what he had done, but there was something about him in this vulnerable morning light that tugged at my heart.

I studied his face, the lines of worry and regret etched across his features. It was as if I could see the weight of his actions weighing heavily on him. And despite everything, I couldn't help but find him undeniably cute in this unguarded moment.

A part of me wanted to push him away, to hold onto my anger and protect myself from further pain. But another part of me longed for the connection we once had, the warmth and familiarity of his touch.