21
WYATT
I went to Sunrise Condos on Monday since that guy who had been working with Blaine quit the week before.
Blaine grinned when I showed up with a bag of muffins and coffee. The haunted look in his eyes I was used to seeing, the rounded shoulders, had disappeared the summer before. He’d found the type of love romantics read about in novels, the passion that only came about in fairytales, the connections every goddamn human on the planet yearned for.
Blaine was one lucky bastard, and we shared a good laugh over the smallness of the world as we discussed Lily and Haley being friends.
“Lily says she can be a handful.”
I nodded at Blaine’s statement while we lounged beneath a tree for our coffee break. “She’s fiery, has no filter, is needy for affection…can’t get her out of my mind
