My anxiety was reaching new heights while I was scrubbing my entire body, desperate to get the blood stains and the scent of death off my skin.
After there was nothing left to scrub and I was completely dry, I hurriedly put on some simple clothes; black jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Tied my hair in a high ponytail and applied some simple makeup.
Oh damn, I was wearing makeup.
I knew it was because of my insecurities that I was doing my absolute best to look good. I don’t think anyone could blame me after he found me and left.
“You look stunning,” Garret whispered when he stood beside me. It seemed I wasn’t the only one that freshened up a bit. “I know I shouldn’t mention this, but I remember the last time you dressed up.”
A blush formed on my cheeks while my mind was flooded
