Beautiful is sick, so we’re here to smother her back to health.

Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden's gaze and offered a sympathetic smile.

"Skittles?"

"Please."

I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me.

"You know I don't like the green ones?"

Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth.

"The few times I've seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind."

Deacon popped his head between our seats.

"That's true love right there."

"That it is."

Aiden's gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden.

Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel.

If you must know, I-I had never in my life kissed a young lady, and you are far too beautiful to me to want to get it wrong!

I won't say that you're pretty because that dog already did. And I won't say you're funny because you have had me laughing since I met you.

Am I glowing?"
"Like a Christmas tree."
"Not just the star?"
The bed moved a little, and I felt his hand brush my arm. "No. You're super bright. It's kind of like looking at the sun.