The ride back home was tense for me. I was stuck inside my own head, considering different ways to decorate my house with Morelli’s organs, when she squealed excitedly from her place beside me in the backseat.
I looked over to see her with her nose pressed up against the window tint. We were at a red light, and she had her legs curled under her ass, boosting her up a little as she stared out the window, her long pale hair falling just above her hips.
“It’s the dance studio my mom used to take me to!” She grinned, her eyes lighting up. Something about the happiness in her face had my body on edge— ready to jump and grab the source of her happiness. It was just about mid-afternoon now. “We used to go there to get away.”
Curiosity got the best of me as I tried not to stare at the way her
