My mind was instantly shut up when I felt a gentle touch. I felt a finger tracing my lips gently. The finger traced my lips as if the owner wanted to remember the shape of it. When the owner was satisfied, he then traced my cheek, and my hair for a while before leaving.
I was left confused. I knew it was Lucas since he was the only one near Levi’s room. But those touches were gentle, not his usual painful slaps. Even though I was still confused, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.
I stood in the kitchen with Jemma, drying the dishes she was slowly washing the next morning. For the third time in a row, she handed me a plate that still had stains on it.
"Uh, Jemma?" I slowly handed her the plate and pointed out the stains. She took the white glass and scrubbed harder, a vacant express
