His thoughts must be racing because neither one of us has said a word to each other. His chest is warm, and I’m so comfortable in my spot; if we didn’t have plans today, then I would refuse to move. His warm hand moves down from the back of my shoulders to the small of my back. “Heather?” “Mhmm?”...
I don’t think that I’ve seen Holden that mad before.” “Yeah, well, you need to stop letting him in. He shouldn’t have free range over me.” “Okay, I apologize for that, but I had no idea that Waylon Brass was asleep in your bed. I didn’t know that it was that serious.” “I don’t know what it is, Lo...
