to live with us. One year before he became our brother.
Note: We have the Cathy/Heathcliff thing going on now...
down for a few seconds and then peeked out the window.
Note: this is too much like Twilight so far...
over the weekend. “Eat something. You look like a starved dog.”
Note: foreshadowing
my waist. “Draw,” he said. “I’ll hold you until you’re done.”
Note: love this part.