“So, everything is as it should be?” I asked, a crooked smile tugging at my lips as I looked at Lydia.
She looked radiant. Her eyes were shining with something unmistakable, her smile bright and impossible to wipe away. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, glowing in the soft morning light filtering through my window. She looked like someone who was utterly, blissfully in love, and f**k, I wanted that for her. She deserved it.
“Well,” she said, a sly smile curling at the edges of her lips as she wrapped her hands around her coffee cup, “something has most definitely changed.”
I c****d a brow, settling more comfortably into the couch, pulling my legs beneath me. I was ready for whatever tea she was about to spill. For the first time since she arrived, I had almost—almost—for
