Chapter Six
Charlie
Later that night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Whoever had rented this home before us had left constellations on the ceiling with glow in the dark paint. Every night, I looked up at a replica of the starlit sky outside the windows. Smack in the middle of the constellations was a skylight where you could see the Little Dipper. Whoever had painted the ceiling had an eye for detail. After I figured out what they’d done, I’d taken a picture one night in the darkness and compared it to the stars outside. They’d recreated the entire sky around the constellation showing through the skylight.
I wondered if Jesse would know who had painted it. The moment my thoughts spun to him, heat bloomed through me. I couldn’t shake the memory of the way his lips felt against mine
