S e l e n e
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I wondered why Chester came to pick me up and not Jasper. As I sank into the bathtub, the bubbles tickling my naked body, I contemplated the reason. Jasper would’ve been better, for he was much gentler.
So was Chester.
I thought back to his concentrated expression as he tried to not smudge the blood, the tip of his tongue darted, and how quickly he hid the handkerchief behind him. Was that his attempt to get closer to me? Was it all in my imagination?
Sighing to myself, I got out of my prolonged bath, got dressed, and decided to at least appear fine. I didn’t want to appear weaker than I already was, but it was impossible not to.
I freeze when I reach the bottom of the stairs. I almost back up a step, wanting to return to the comfort of my room.
“If it isn’t the trait
