Lincoln
Her voice wAS really pretty. It wasn't what I'd expected. When I'd overheard her talking on the street in front of my apartment, it had been muffled, distorted. In all the times I'd imagined her talking since then, her voice had always sounded low in my head. I don't know why, maybe because Pris's voice was low and a bit throaty?
But Dani's? It was lyrical.
I could listen to her talk all day.
I was probably getting pneumonia from being out in the rain -the only explanation why I was staring at her mouth like I wanted to actually taste the words as she spoke them across my lips.
All the wrong parts of me twitched with excitement.
One in general that was making things... hard, not difficult, hard...
Shit.
"I've never stayed overnight in Depot Bay," she offered, glancing out t
