CHAPTER 15: Wilted flower
ONE MONTH LATER.
“Butterfly, wake up,” someone murmurs, gently shaking my shoulder. “We have class. Come on, wake up.”
I open my eyes slowly, trying to focus on Jeremy’s face in front of me.
“Jer?” I mumble, sitting up in bed and stretching.
“Do you sleep with anyone else?” he raises an eyebrow, pretending to be serious.
I shake my head and chuckle a little—he knows the answer.
“Go shower,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I’ll wait for you so we can have breakfast.”
“Thanks.”
I let out a sleepy yawn and drag myself to the shower.
When I undress, I catch my reflection in the mirror. My hair’s grown long—it’s probably time for a cut. Other than that, my face looks the same. Like nothing extraordinary has happened.
Except it has.
It’s been a mon
