Chapter 6. Weirdo

MICHELLE

“I… I was just trying to… I was just putting some clothes away…” I stutteringly scrambled to my feet while simultaneously brushing my hair back to lessen the nervousness I was feeling right now.

The fall had caused me to become even more disheveled. I dared to take another peek up at Devon, but he was staring at me as if I had grown a second head, so I preoccupied myself by moving out of the way so that he could use the closet.

It was excruciatingly obvious to me that my chest binding was missing, and it required every ounce of self-control I could have to grab hold of the nearby bedpost and immediately sit down on my bed. I then grabbed the pillow and positioned it in front of me to hide my chest.

“You’re putting some clothes away with the door closed?” he asked, scratching at his freshly shaved jaw.

I went completely still, and all I could do was attempt to give a believable head nod. I racked my brain trying to come up with an alibi. “I… jus