Chapter 39

OPHELIA T he past two days have been a whirlwind, and I need to take some time to process everything that’s happened. I was determined to hate Xavier and Axl after everything they did and said, but now … I feel things for them that are illogical and terrifying. They’ve already seen me naked, but they got dressed before they grabbed snacks from the kitchen, and the vulnerability of being the only one without clothes has me tugging the covers up over my naked torso. “I really need to get some of my things.” Xavier takes a noisy bite from his apple and nods at two duffel bags in the corner of the room. “Already got them, Cupcake.” “What? When?” “While you were sleeping.” I jump out of bed, no longer concerned about my nudity, and unzip the larger of the two bags. My panties sit in a surprisingly neat pile on top of what looks to be half my wardrobe, and a little digging reveals my well-worn copy of Wuthering Heights. The sight of my favorite book nearly melts me into a puddle, and I silen