Alive and Wells (Wells Ranch, #1)

by Bailey Hannah

“Let me into your head. What’s going on?”

particular. When I step into the quiet, poorly lit bathroom, I’m overwhelmed with a familiar, drunk-girl urge. Text him.

My finger traces her cheekbone, then down her jawline. Her hand holds my face and her forehead presses into my jaw. One minute turns to two turns to three. Holding each other in a darkened room, in a world made up only of us.