Chapters (90)
It was half past five when I heard someone throwing things at my window. I knew who it was. Like it wasn’t fucking Catherine Linton née Earnshaw. I sneaked downstairs, and turned off the alarm. She was outside on the step. I made her take her boots off and we got back to my room. As soon as we got inside the door we hugged so bad it was like we were never going to let go. She was shaking and her skin was totally icy cold. I helped her get her clothes off and into her onesie and then we got back into bed. She was shivering like crazy and crying and I tried to calm her down and warm her up at the same time. I had the feeling as I undressed her that she wanted to tell me something. She kept giving me puppy-dog eyes and biting her lip and stuff idk I just thought maybe there was a reveal coming. I just hoped she wasn’t going to declare her undying love for me or something else embarrassing.
But I had time to see the cuts on her thigh. I never knew about that. Little red slashes, some crossed. I didn’t say anything.