He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 221

Stay calm. Just breathe.

If there was one thing Teresa knew about Garry, it was that he’d never take advantage of someone when they were vulnerable. She was almost certain nothing had really happened. But then, how was she supposed to explain the kiss marks on her skin? There was no way she’d done that to herself.

Changing clothes, Teresa kept debating whether she should ask Garry about it. Every time the idea came up, she imagined how awkward it would get. In the end, she decided not to say anything. The details didn’t matter. What mattered was the result, and the result was clear—Garry was a real gentleman. He hadn’t crossed any lines.

She eased the door open, trying to slip out quietly, but as soon as she stepped into the hall, Garry came out of the kitchen. They basically collided.

Teresa’s first reaction was to tug her collar higher, but she was too slow. Garry saw everything. Her dress had a V-neck, and the kiss marks on her collarbone were impossible to miss.

Her cheeks burned. Garry looked flustered, glancing away as he apologized. “Sorry. You were really… enthusiastic last night. I’m only human, so I lost some self-control. If you want to—”

“Stop.”

Teresa cut him off, mortified. She wanted to disappear. “Garry, we’re both adults. Even if something happened, it’s not your fault. Honestly, I should be the one apologizing.”

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She could practically see herself acting bold and reckless the night before, and it made her want to crawl under a rock. How much effort had it taken for Garry to stop things? Or maybe she just wasn’t that attractive to him after all.

That thought stung a little. Teresa frowned, feeling her confidence wobble.

Garry didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just stood there, silent, until Teresa managed to say goodbye and leave. Once she had gone, his expression changed. He sat down on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. The sharp click of the lighter echoed in the quiet room. Smoke drifted into the air, curling around his thoughts.

Simon immediately took the restoration tools out of her hands and touched her forehead. His eyes went wide. “You’re burning up! Teresa, you’ve got a fever and you didn’t even realize? That’s it. No more work for you today. You need to rest.”

She checked her own forehead and, sure enough, it was hot. No wonder she’d felt so out of it.

“Simon, you’re making a big deal out of nothing. I’m really fine. Just give me the tools back.”

Simon shook his head. “No way. You’re precious to all of us, and to Moses. If something happened to you while you were here, they’d kill me.”

To her five classmates and Moses, Teresa was basically a princess. Farris had even joked once that if Teresa asked for the moon, they’d find a way to get it for her.