Admittedly, this wasn’t my best idea.
And the last person I wanted to see me in this state— completely n a k e d and very angry— was Jeremy and his wide baby blue eyes.
I do not know how to explain what I was doing to him. No words seem to be appropriate.
Thankfully, Jeremy, being Jeremy, doesn’t say a word. He won’t push answers out of me.
Despite how embarrassing this situation was, his presence calms me. His face had mostly healed, leaving only a faint red line along his cheek. He’s dressed as well, a tight shirt encasing his stone hard chest. He was fiddling with something on his wrist and when I looked down, I saw his fingers playing with the fabric of my bracelet.
He was still wearing it.
My cheeks flush and it’s not because I was b u t t n a k e d in front of him.
He’s ca
