“Madison, did you speak with your brother?” Scarlet asks. “He didn’t answer, and I didn’t think this was something I should leave in a text. He’d freak out.” Maddie bites down on her bottom lip, probably uncomfortable having this conversation with Scarlet, and I have to shift on this stupid, fucking bed, so she doesn’t see the insane reaction my body has every single time her teeth sink into her pouty pink lips. Madison Dixon isn’t the kind of girl you take out for a night, knowing it’s only one night. Everything about her screams she’s more than that. She’s pure. She’s sunshine.
