On the Mountain

by Riley Hart

“Make your plate too, so we can eat together. Then I want…hmmm…let’s work on the truck for a while and then play a game of Stalk Cyrus.” He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “One day, little lamb,”

“I love you,” Crow said into the dark, stroking my hair. “You are…everything to me. My salvation, my reason for being.”

“I love you, Crow. You’re my reason too.”