CHAPTER 18: BOIL THEM
The soft knocks on the door stirred me up from my sleep. I didn't open my eyes, but I could hear Mrs Wilson's gentle voice call out to me. "Zahra, dear, are you awake? My husband had to leave early and I do too, so I brought you breakfast,"
I opened my eyes to find my leg sprawled across Dashiell's body, and our faces inches apart.
My gaze softened as I took in the handsomeness of his well constructed face. God really took his time to sculpt a man as handsome as him.
As I began to stare at him further, ignoring Mrs Wilson's disturbing knocks, he opened his eyes, leading me to jump back and hit my head on the wall.
"Ouch," I whispered, caressing the place that had just gotten stitched.
He furrowed his brows and eyed me suspiciously, before grabbing his shirt f
