Eleven
Wyatt
I should note that yes, Brooklyn does, in fact, scare easy.
The only reason I put on a true crime story about three sickos was because I’ve helped my sister, Haylee, through enough heartbreaks to know that any show or movie about love isn’t a good idea right now.
Now, I stare down at Brooklyn’s head on my shoulder and wonder if some sick part of me wants her. She’s suffering, and the only thing that pops into my head is the fact that her left breast is pressed against my forearm and her lips are so close to mine, it wouldn’t take much for me to kiss her.
I blink.
I need to get the f**k out of here before I do something I regret. Something that makes me the dickwad in her life rather than her ex-fiancé.
Sliding out from under her, I guide her head to the pillow then lay
