Head Above Water

by C.E. Ricci

and yada yada yada. But he’s fucking wrong.” Cannon’s eyes truly soften for the first time since he walked in, and I hate it. I hate that he’s looking at me the way he did that last time we were together on that damn

and a long, white runner, covered in various shades of pink rose petals, lays delicately over the stone floor. It looks stunning, not a damn thing out of place.

the board, okay. I’m leaving now.” Justin and John share a look, and I think I hear the word