He glances up from where he was watching himself toy with my hair. Boring his eyes into mine, Zach lets go of the strand and wraps his hand over the nape of my neck in possession. “But maybe I’m watching you because I can’t stop. Because you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And because your blue hair reminds me of the sky and the ocean. Freedom.” Blood’s rushing just under my skin, painting everything scarlet. I’ve never been so awake in the middle of the night, so colored and flushed.
