His expression softens, and a smile tugs at his lips. “Then we’ll get a cat, Wonderland. To keep the mice away.” And just like that, Canyon makes everything better. Am I stupid to hope and pray for this feeling to never go away? A future with Canyon seems too good to be true. There’s so much stacked against us—we’ve only begun to see each other in a romantic capacity, we’ll be stepbrothers soon, and we’re still so young. But… There’s no denying the way he consumes me entirely. It intensifies with each passing second at a reckless, furious pace.
