× Dixie ×
He laughs, that sarcastic edge back in his voice. “Me? Dramatic? Never.”
I glance at his lips, then back up to his eyes, wondering if he notices how close we are. How easy it would be for me to just close the gap.
Instead, I lean into him again, my head resting on his shoulder, and the world quiets down for a second.
Trix shifts in a way that's comfortable for me to lean on his shoulder, his shoulder brushing against mine in the process, and I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that he’s about to say something stupid.
“So... have you eaten?” he asks, a playful glint in his eyes.
I groan, rolling my head back a little. “I just got back from that boring hospital, remember? And the last thing I had was that weird meal they gave me. Haven’t touched anything since.”
He sm
