Six
Marcus
How could a human being be so completely and unabashedly perfect?
And so f*****g beautiful? From the light sprinkle of freckles across her nose to her flaming hair and pink lips, Evelyn’s face looked like it belonged to an angel. My own, personal angel whose voice alone made my nightmares melt away.
She sighed when I touched her cheek as gently as she touched mine last night in her attempt at comforting me.
I couldn’t remember the last time anyone saw me in the aftermath of losing control like I did last night—I didn’t know if anyone ever had, and the echo of her concern still rang inside of me, like a warm trickle from behind my ribs.
Was this what my brother felt for his wife? Was this the woman who would have been mine, had things been different?
I pressed a hand to my
