I study her for just a second. Long dark hair hanging over one shoulder, grey eyes that always seem to see straight through me, along with a sassy mouth that has always called me out on my bullshit. But I never let myself notice things like that about her, and I won’t start now, so I look down at the beer bottle in my hands instead. When she’s beside me, all my nerve endings light up with a feeling I can’t explain. I feel alive. Raw. On edge.
