I pull up out front of the porch and cut the engine as Skylar keeps looking around with wide eyes like I’ve driven us into some sort of fairytale or some shit. “Winter looks gorgeous out here.” God, I can’t fucking get my head on straight. She sounds so relieved, so happy to be here, and that’s screwing with my already very messed up thoughts. Something bucks around inside my chest and tries to crow about how good she looks here, too. With that pastel pink hair skimming her jaw, shorter than when she was in that passenger seat a year ago, but it suits her even more at this length. It
...more
