Scarett POV
He pulled himself out of whatever spiral he’d been in and met my eyes.
“We’re not going back. We stay here. Just the two of us.”
His voice stayed quiet.
“If you hate the sun, we’ll walk at night. No one else. Nothing that isn’t about us. This is our honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon?”
I stared at him.
“Who decides a trip like that on their own?”
“I’m the crazy one. Crazy people don’t need reasons.”
He smiled.
Color slowly returned to his mouth, but paired with those dark eyes, it didn’t look reassuring. It looked heavy.
This version of him was harder to read than the one right after the accident.
I took a step back.
“Have you actually seen a doctor?”
“I have.”
Slowly, he stood up and walked in my direction.
“I know the difference between what’s real and what isn’t. I know
