Surprised, I glance over my shoulder to find Wyatt’s eyes locked on me. The faint blush on his chiseled jaw is so disarming I feel my own face flush. “Why did you do this?” I ask. He lifts a broad shoulder. “Had to tear some shit up after you left, so I figured why not start here.” His throat works. “Look okay?” Yes. It’s perfect. I love it. Fuck you for doing this, but also, thank you. So damn much.
Aww!! 💛
