His eyebrows pinched together as he watched me tear holes in my shirt. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
At first I thought he meant help me rip my shirt off, but the concern in his face made it clear.
I looked past him at Darby's window. "Really?"
"It's the least I can do, and I'm not going to sleep anyway."
I glanced at him, and his steady, warm gaze gave my stomach a little flip. "You've done plenty already."
"Well," he said, his lips quirking into a little smile, "being a tree wouldn't be a good look for me, so if there's a chance I can get out of that..."
I twisted my mouth to keep from grinning. How could a few simple words and a smile affect me so much? The boy had more superpowers than he knew.
"Would you watch the house? I mean like a creepy stalker would watch t
