Chapter 38

That night, I sat down on the top of my deck with Jean’s book in my hands. I caressed the top of the book slightly. Jean had touched it. I knew it must mean a lot to her, because the way she had touched looked through the window had revealed it all.

He slowly took a puff of smoke in his lungs. I would like to know what was so special about this. I would really like to know. It would make me feel better to know how Jean at least through the pages of her book.

I slowly turned the pages of the book, and settled on the middle. I smoked as I read through the words of the book. Imagining her reading it with her legs coiled under the bed was not enough to make me continue the book. It was so boring.

I pushed my hair away from my eyes, and looked at the wind. I could see her frowning at me she told me to leave her room. She must be cursing me now. Well, I shouldn’t have taken her book that way, but Zayn Usman never asks for permission.

It was in my nature to take, and not ask for pe