Charity asked me a couple more questions and dropped it. I’d never been more thankful. Putting what had happened between Phoenix and me into words was… impossible, to say the least. The twenty-four hours of overanalyzing that followed did not get me any closer to finding my sense of equilibrium.
“You okay?”
I glance up as Charity as she walks out of the bathroom. She’s got a towel tucked around her chest and another one wrapped around her hair like a fluffy turban.
I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed with Theo lying in front of me. His feet pedal in the air. “I’m fine.”
“Because you seem a little off.” She comes to the bed and sits on the edge, facing me. “Do you think that’s his shirt?” she asks abruptly, eyeing the t-shirt I’m still wearing from yesterday.
I never actually took it o
