#Chapter 120

Evelyn

Shame washes over me as I think about Michael. Of course, he would never know about this, but I feel humiliated.

Changing into one of Michael's old shirts I get ready for bed. Because for now, that's the closest I can get to him.

Warren sits beside me and strokes my hair as he watches me softly. His fingers play with my bangs and I love the feel of them occasionally brushing against my skin.

"It's not your fault." His eyes sweep over my face.

"It feels like it."

With a sigh, he takes off his watch and puts it on my side table. Drawing his eyes...