“You never need to thank me, Hardin. You do as much for me as I do for you.” I look into his bright green eyes. “Actually, more.” “No way.” He shakes his head gently and takes my hand. “Let’s go back down before someone comes looking for us.” “How do I look?” I ask, running my fingers through my hair and wiping under my eyes. “Freshly fucked,” he teases and I roll my eyes. “You look beautiful.” “So do you,” I tell him.
