Chapter 45

• Aleen POV::
• "Hey! Hi." I startle, seeing Charlie on her bed as I enter the room. I wasn't sneaking in or anything, but I didn't expect her to be around. She usually had her debate club meeting on Sunday evenings.
• She rouses from her lying position, I regret turning on the lights because she can see my face and the guilt written on it. Not to add, the evidence of what I had been up to, plastered all over my skin. I am wearing a scarf I stole from my mother's closet around my neck to hide the worst of the hickeys, but my face remains almost permanently flushed and I have learned that I can't exactly keep my eyes neutral as I hoped I did.