Dean
I was grinning like an i***t.
Actually…
Idiot was generous.
I was smiling at red robots.
At old ladies crossing the street.
At a dog hanging its head out the window of the car next to me.
I’d even caught myself singing.
Singing.
If the guys ever found out, I’d never hear the end of it.
I leaned back in my truck seat at another red light and laughed under my breath.
“You’ve completely lost it, Sinclair.”
Maybe I had.
Because for the first time in a long time…
Life felt…
Light.
Margaux kissed me.
She’d kissed me.
It wasn’t some dramatic movie moment.
There weren’t fireworks.
No orchestra.
Just a soft kiss outside her apartment that somehow said everything neither of us was ready to say out loud.
She wanted me.
Maybe she wasn’t ready to admit just how much.
But sh
