Carter
I glanced over, letting my eyes settle on Brooklyn, before studying her carefully.
Fuck, she was perfect. That’s the only word I could come up with to describe her at this point. I mean, nothing else fits. Well, that’s not true. There’s a lot of f*****g words that could fit, but I’m trying very hard not to get Kilo riled up right now. He’s hanging by a thread at this point.
I could tell Brooklyn was nervous just by the way she was pulling at the loose string on the bottom of her hoodie. This was a lot, even I know that, but the fact that she got into the car said everything I needed to know. She feels this. Yeah, it might not be as strong as I feel it, considering she doesn’t have the supernatural side of it, but I know she feels something. I can smell it on her.
Every touch,
