“Nash says you bartend, right?” My eyes open to his. He’s staring down at me, so close I can see the vague line where black pupil stops and nearly-black iris begins. Those eyes are amazing! I see his eyebrows rise,… — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
“Up here, people like that don’t exist,” Nash says quietly as he comes to stand beside me. He’s so close his shoulder is brushing mine. I fight the urge to lean against him.” — M. Leighton Copy Share Image
