CHAPTER 30

Mark “We are buying a new bed for this place tomorrow,” I grumbled into Sutton’s hair as we both tried to keep from falling into the pit in the middle. I hated the fact that she insisted on keeping her ramshackle trailer, but I would be damned if we had to sleep in a bed that was older than I was. Her hands were placed on my chest, but it wasn’t in the possessive way that I liked. It was as if she were holding on to a lifeline. Her fingers dug into my white t-shirt. I didn’t...