I reach for the comforter and wrap it around her front, hesitating for half a second before grabbing my sweatshirt and pulling it off. I tug at my T-shirt too, leaving my chest and torso bare. Evelyn looks at me, dark eyes heavy and exhausted. “That’s n-n-nice,” she murmurs around another ferocious tremble, her chin and the curve of her lips barely visible above her blanket cocoon.
She's soooo real for that
