Hearing Milly's high pitched shriek had her regretting ever coming to the party before she could walk up the driveway. She never feels comfortable around drunk people — male or female, young or old. Marley understands that she can't slap a judgement on everyone who drinks because of her own fathers' behaviour, but there's an itch inside of her to run that can't be deterred by logic or reason.
The group began to walk in a single file line between the cars, so Aiden released her body, leaving her cold. But it wasn't for long. He grabbed her hand and softly intertwined their fingers, leading her behind him while she stumbled like a blushing ten-year-old after hugging the boy she likes for the first time.
Her eyes lifted from where they were burning a hole through their contact, to the glowi
