CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
“Keep your cash in your wallet, Abby” America called to me. Her broad smile gleamed even in the dim light.
“Stay close! It’ll get worse once it starts!” Shepley yelled over the noise. America grabbed his hand, and then mine as Shepley led us through the sea of…
“Malcom,” I called as I turned around on hearing the soft barely audible snore. I was lying across the bed with the back of my head resting on Malcom’s chest, Beautiful Disaster open in my palms. I was supposed to read the first chapter then he’d read the second and we were barely through the first paragraph of the first chapter and that i***t was supposedly asleep. I smiled as I sat up, taking a moment to gaze at his picturesque face. His face was of the most perfect, finest carving and if this was how the
