Easton Pov
We walked back slowly into the house, noticing the fighting was still going on. I couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief at it, knowing that meant they didn’t notice us. Dad took one look at us and glared, taking in the fact that Jared was covered in dry blood and scratches that were slowly closing, while I was wearing only his shirt. The drying blood on the cotton was making it bunch up near my throat but I wasn’t complaining. It smelled good, and it was long enough to brush against the top of my knees. I liked how small I felt under his shirt, as strange as that probably sounded. Attractive, small, and safe. He made me feel things about myself that I’ve never really felt before. They always say no one can make you love yourself but…I couldn’t help but wonder if th
