Chapter 33

Following his directions, I took a bowl down from a cabinet he couldn’t reach, and when I turned to place it on the counter, he stared at me in fascination.

“Is there something on my face?” I asked him.

“No,” he said simply. “I’ve just never seen anyone with eyes like yours before.”

I clapped a hand to my face, but obviously I’d removed my glasses. “Shit!” They’d become uncomfortable—I needed to replace them—and had forgotten to put them back on. In spite of the damage already being done, I found them and slapped them on.

He gaped at me. “You’re allowed to say words like that? My mother would have a heart attack, and my father would beat the—” He grinned at me mischievously. “—the shit out of me. Don’t worry, Day. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. About your eyes, I mean.”

Just like that. He didn’t ask for anything in exchange, not friendship, not respect, nothing.

So of course, I had to give him at least that back. He deserved nothing less.