“You like it?” His voice is a deep rumble that vibrates all the way through my nerve endings. “I thought it’d make your room feel more like home.” I freeze at his words. This is more than just a poster of the show we’ve been watching. It’s an effort to root me into this life I feel I could be plucked from at any moment. “Canyon,” I rasp out, my throat tight with an emotion I can’t quite put my finger on. “That was—” “Wonderful, Wonderland.” He lifts his chin in a cocky, smug fashion that has me rolling my eyes.
