. Chloe walked into the kitchen, determined to make up for her uselessne

tickle built up in her nose. She inhale

l slipped from her wet fingers and crashed

h the room. Shards of white c

b the largest broken piece. The razor-sharp edge

t her pale skin. A sharp sting shot up her a

trode out. He wore a grey t-shirt and athletic short

is face darkened. He crossed the kitchen i

e running faucet. The freez

yank her hand b

forearm was absolute, yet his thumb gently rubbe

led her away from the sink, leading her to the liv

it

, pulled out a heavy white fir

. He pulled out a cotton swab and a bottle of iodine. He took

rison immediately slowed his movements, blowing a fain

finger. He did not say a word the entire time. The silence was thick,

mouth to thank him, s

pressed the back of his hand against h

ropping his hand. "You caught a chill

rm water, and brought it back with two green c

grabbed a broom and dustpan, sweeping up the broken ce

coffee table. The caller ID fl

and pressed it to

he speaker. She was clearly drunk. "Chloe, you listen

on, who was dumping the glass int

g to drain your bank acc

I expected," Chloe whispered, turning her back to the kitchen. "I honestly think he is terrible with h

hone before Eleanor could

aged her finger with extreme care, yet he kept a rigid physical distance.

tine clothes, his refusal to let her cook or

n her mind. She stared at his broad b