- RAYA -
Dex carries all the boxes up to the loft with a permanent smirk on his face, I swear. Meanwhile, I'm feeling guilty about the choice that has forced him to climb those stairs over and over. Not that he isn't in perfect physical condition. He probably runs stadium bleachers for fun.
"You even brought the plants," I say, resigned to my place on the first floor. I would totally help him, but I'm a little afraid to bump into him or end up cornered in a small space. Who knows what my body will do? I might lose control of it.
"We don't want to leave any living things behind," he replies, winking at me when he grabs the final stack and making my cheeks flush an intense shade of pink, I'm sure. "And don't say thank you," he calls down from the loft. "It's no longer allowed."
"I'm not allowed to say thank you?" I chuckle, crossing my arms and making myself wince when I brush against the bandage on my side.
