CHAPTER 14
ELSIE
When we make it back to the kitchen, Brett takes small sandwiches out of the fridge and sets them out on the counter. He doesn't say anything as he fixes one for each of us, even though I know he's watching as I pour myself a glass of milk to drink with it.
He nods to me when he sees I also have some juice, and he sits down at the table across from me.
I can't help but stare at him, so completely different than I am used to seeing him...the last person on Earth I could imagine looking so vulnerable. So beautiful. He's wearing a cobalt green shirt, untucked, and it makes his eyes and his gold-shaded skin even more striking.
As he wraps his mouth around his sandwich, I shiver at the sight of those lips–the gently sensual lips that I have imagined kissing me so many time
