“He’s pretty fucking nice to look at.” “And spoon with,” Orion added with a grin. “One time while I was in Darkmore, I drew all of his tattoos from memory alone just because I couldn’t stop thinking about them. And then I stuck the pictures to the wall beside my bed so I could kinda feel like he was there while I was sleeping.” We both laughed in a hopeless kind of way, and I sighed as I leaned my head back against the couch and turned to look at him. “I’m glad someone understands my fucked-up thoughts,”
