Wild Eyes

I love reading and writing. Feels a bit like talking to someone.”

step up to West, watching his pupils dilate as I do. When he makes no attempt to move away, I flatten my palm on his chest. His heartbeat accelerates, and I can’t help but lean in closer. Then I press a kiss to his cheek and murmur, “Good luck tonight,” before turning and darting into Rosie’s vehicle.

“And the way you inspired a little boy who never talks to anyone to introduce himself to you. That’s something special.”