Chapter 31: Hill's view college

Staring steadily at Jessie who lay close to him, thoughts of the event kept on replaying in his head. She laid beside him, curled up, innocent as a lamb. He remembered the fear that was written all over her face, and the difficulty it took her before she could sleep. Even after she got out of the bathroom, she kept on experiencing shaking chills, and could barely eat the pasta and tomato sauce he made for her. She had changed into pajamas that were his, as what she wore was drenched in the rain. Her smooth lips he had always wanted to bite on, colored pale, and if observed closely, dried-up teardrops were on her face. Every single thing about the evening affected her more badly than he could imagine and the only help he saw himself offering was rubbing her back till she slept. The innocence and charisma of a child were all he saw on her face even though he tried looking at it countless times trying to see the wickedness that was printed all over Tamara. It was midnight in Carlton