#Chapter 33
Evelyn
Since Justin and Tinsely have arrived, I've been seeing Declan out of his room more often. I don't know whether it's Tinsely's charm or Justin's jokes but he seems to be in a good mood these days. And I love seeing him coming out of his room and spending time with people who manage to make him smile and talk more.
Carrying the tins to the room in the back, I make a U-turn to get the brushes and rollers, but Warren meets me midway and puts everything on the floor.
/"I'm not leaving./"
/"Excuse me?/"
A wet strand of his delicious brown hair falls over his forehead and my fingers clench as I fight the urge to not push it back.
/"I'm staying here and helping you./"
My fingers curl into fists.
/"I don't need your help. I have people who'll help me./" No one agreed to this except Yasmine.
Ivan, Justin, Declan, and Tinsely had declined politely, and I don't mind. Painting a room is a strenuous task.
