“That fucking sucked.” I sag back, pretending not to notice how I’m braced by Wyatt’s hard chest. His voice is rough in my ear. “It’s not your fault.” I incline my head to look up at him and give him a soft smile. “It’s not yours either.” Those bright-blue eyes land on my face. “At least we’re in it together.” “Yeah. Right.” In it together. His words do something nauseating to my heart.
Yea!!
