Chapter 7
She’s funny. She’s bright. She’s nothing that I expected to ever come across, and I’m irritated and thrilled at the same time. It doesn’t change anything, though. It can’t. I’m not made to be with someone. I would smother her or I’d alienate her. I’d ruin her. I would be what caused the soaring Sparrow to fall from the sky.
“You’re thinking awfully hard over there.” Sparrow’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “I can literally feel the intensity of it on this side of the car.”
“Picking out a tree is serious business,” I say. “You can’t just go off half-c****d and pick the first bristly thing you see.”
She laughs, and I like knowing that I’m the one who made it happen.
“Really? People actually pick trees while being half-c****d?”
I want to laugh, but I bite the inside of my c
