Love Unspoken

Chapter 1183

Quinn was bored out of her mind, so she decided to wash the grimy bed sheet and hung it up at the cave entrance to dry, using a branch.

That white sheet stuck out like a sore thumb; Alexander spotted it from a mile away.

He lifted the raggedy sheet and saw Quinn messing around with some dry grass.

"What are you up to?" he asked.

Quinn looked up at him, then down at her hands. "Trying to make some shoes."

But she had no clue what she was doing.

She was still barefoot, and her feet hurt like hell when she walked outside. Sometimes she stepped on bugs, and it freaked her out.

Alexander picked up the bundle of grass next to her. It didn't look like shoes at all; more like a pile of kindling.

He couldn't help but crack up.

tossed the grass aside. "Did you find

thinking, he said, "Nope,

how'd you get back?"

you follow your heart, finding your way back is a

silent and didn't feel

leaf from his pocket. "Hungry? Got some grub." Quinn took it and peeked inside. It was another roasted chicken leg. She was so over eating roasted chicken legs

the first time he offered her food, she might've

took it

cloth strip, with some loose strands falling around her ears, giving her a messy

to ask for something. He

him over again. "You run around outside every day. How come you're

he could've washed his clothes in puddles,

to stay clean,"

old camo uniform. The tough fabric

were still

"Are you saying I don't like to

matter. I like you no matter what," Alexander

convo going, so she got