See, I was thinking, once all this is over and Will’s back and you’re not a secret anymore, my parents can get you an actual bed for the basement. Or you can take my room if you want, since I’m down there all the time anyways.
“Why do you care so much? My own mother doesn’t look twice when I walk out of the door.” “Because I know you, Lexa.” Clarke says gently, taking the cigarette from the girl’s lanky fingers and stomping it out. Lexa doesn’t protest. “And this isn’t you.”