Chapter 42

• I think Atticus was getting irritated with me. I suspected that he lowkey regretted indulging me and keeping quiet when it came to my actions now I was a little obsessed with those little actions.
• I found myself obsessing over him, trying to touch him or get any body contact I could get and it was getting a little bit too much for him.
• At dinner, I brushed my fingers over his hands when he laid them on the table. When I walked past him at home, I tried to brush my shoulders against him and let’s not get started on the kisses I now gave him every chance I got.