Seeing Brewer in the light of her headlamp gave her pause at first—he was skinnier than the type she usually went for; his long, artificially colored hair barely concealed the fact that his head was too large for his body; and she now had confirmation that he had no problem ingesting a large amount of drugs. But none of that mattered to her, not really, because when she thought about what he’d said to her, and the way they’d kissed, she felt a fresh rush of something pure and good through her heart and body, and she couldn’t let go of that feeling.
