Chapter 18

• In my room, I dressed quickly ripped black jeans, a fitted long-sleeved shirt. I needed armor today. When I came out of the closet, Dennis was already there, leaning against the wall like he owned the place.
• Water still glistened in his messy black hair, sliding down his neck, and those unsettlingly bright green eyes met mine. I hated that my heartbeat betrayed me every time he looked at me that way.
• I crossed my arms. “What are you doing here?”