Minutes later, probably half an hour later, I was finally calm and I stepped out of the bathroom.
Katniss was curled up on my bed, with my duvet covering every inch of her body. What hit me most was that I could hear her subtle sobs. Why? Was she regretting this?
Guilt spiraled inside me. It was an ugly feeling.
She sensed my presence and her eyes darted sharply towards me. She quickly sat up, still tightly clinging to the duvet. Like she wasn't just naked a while ago.
I went to the bed and sat at the edge, watching her. Then it hit me that I kinda owed her an apology.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run off like that. I just…” I gulped, unsure of what lie would fit. I could never be honest with her about my complications. She would freak out.
“Did I do something wrong?” Her question
