Dumbass. I run my thumb over Everly’s cheek. It’s been minutes, and I can already tell them apart. “You have a freckle on your cheek.” I look over again at Grace. “Yours is on your right cheek. Grace’s is on her left.” Ares laughs, and bartender boy stares like he’s never noticed before. Maybe he really doesn’t have a thing for my girl. Maybe I’ll start using his name.
