“Ask me if she’s going to be okay.” My mouth is so dry, it feels like my tongue might crack. “Is she going to be okay?” “She’s trouble.” Nash leans his forehead down to touch mine. “We’re gonna have to keep an eye on that one, Lib. You and me.” My heart feels like it’s tearing in two, but I won’t let it. “We’re going to take care of her,” I say, because that’s what we do, Nash and me.
Ughhh nash my heart
