Forty-five | 13 days, 2nd hour
I wake up at two am in the morning, my brain suddenly active and my stomach hungry. Getting up from Cain’s bare arm, I toss the comforters off my legs, wrapping the thin white blanket around my body as I head for the bathroom. But instead of quietly standing up, my legs tremble and they give in. Falling straight away with this loud crash as I tried to grab for the lamp that stood still on the bed side table, I look back on Cain, who’s staring at me curiously. “What are you doing?” He asks, sitting up and luckily he’s wearing his boxers. “I-I wanted to go to the bathroom,” I mutter, feeling my cheeks flush. He c***s me an eyebrow. “To the bathroom? Why?” “I was thirsty. And they have this free water bottle in there,” Cain places his arms under my legs and back, plucking me off the car
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