You’re the Line I Cross

Chapter 165: Penny

The storm still growls outside, all wind and whisper, but it’s quieter now—tired, maybe. Like it’s winding down. I sit cross-legged on the bed, knees hugged to my chest, wearing one of Asher’s t-shirts that practically swallows me whole. It smells like him—something piney, clean, dark—and even thoug...