Chapter 36 Sucker Love
- Helaine
- Evan’s eyes lingered on me as I pulled his old shirt over my head. The material was thicker than I was used to, but that made sense considering it was a man’s shirt from the eighties, not the flimsy tissue that passed for fabric nowadays.
- The jeans were a little tight on my hips, but at least they were clean and dry, instead of spattered with someone else’s blood.