Helanie:
"If you want, we can go out for a while," Norman said after he came out of the shower. His black shirt was all wet—he hadn't dried himself properly. I could tell he wasn't used to putting on clothes right after a shower.
But I appreciated that he didn't come out in just a towel.
Just the thought made me bury my face.
I had devoured the pizza like I hadn't eaten in days—which, to be honest, wasn't a lie. Everything I ate while staying with my parents back home felt like it came with a side of taunts and scoffs.
Living there wasn't as hard as it used to be, but that was only because their words didn't hurt me anymore—and they wouldn't dare lay a hand on me now.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Norman sighed and slowly walked over to the couch, sitting beside me. His whole body turned toward me, one leg bent with the foot resting on the other thigh.
"For what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
