Chapter 61

Lyra

"Okay," he says, and he moves off of me and stands up.

I sit up and cover myself with my arms, my cheeks flushing. I feel ashamed, embarrassed, and scared.

"I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he says, his voice soft. "It's alright. Don't be afraid."

He hands me the sweater that rests atop of the bed and I quickly slip it on without another thought. I can sense the