You don’t need anything else fucked-up in that perfect little head of yours.” Her lip trembled as she stared at Cade’s bed behind my shoulder. “Perfect little head? It’s messed up in my head.” A sarcastic laugh huffed from her mouth, and my lip twitched. “It’s messed up in mine, too.” I paused. “The only time it’s bearable is when I’m with you.”
