Nash
My skin is tight, like it doesn't belong on my body. I would rip it off and bust out of it if I could. Two weeks, two weeks since Caroline came to work with us, since I spent the weekend with her, and I haven't forgotten it. If anything, I'm remembering it more and more as the days go on. The way she invades my days, and now my nights, is driving me insane.
Glancing at the clock, I look down at Bailey. “Wanna go for a drive?"
She's always ready for one. With her head hanging out the truck window, she's living her dream. She knows exactly what that phrase means, and before I even move, she's by the door, ready to go.
I don't even bother putting a shirt on, it's too hot out anyway. The only thing I bother with is grabbing my wallet and slipping some shoes on. “C'mon." I open the doo
