In the Gray

by B.B. Reid

Roc had rich brown skin, long lashes, chestnut eyes, a thick patch of hair adorning his chin, a thin mustache and beauty mark above his thick lips, and enough waves in his close-cut hair to make you seasick.

We were the closest out of the crew, our bond cemented by something more permanent than blood. It was an invisible pull that felt like an extension of myself, a phantom limb that could never be severed.

From the moment she’d tried to kill me in a jealous rage three nights ago, I decided I was ready for a girlfriend, and I wanted that girl to be Dream.