#Chapter209

Rejection-02

I slip myself inside the blanket we’re sharing, then I flick the lights off. She stirs, and I stiffen. I’m afraid that she might kick me out of the room for good, and I don’t want to sleep outside alone while she’s just a wall away.

“Bash, is that you?” she asks in a groggy voice.

“Nope. I’m a bogeyman.” I bite my lower lip to hold my laugh.

She seems calm, or maybe she forgot what happened in the kitchen for a while. She turns to face me, draping her arm on my abdomen, then she snuggles her head under my arm. I slip my arm under...