Tabitha’s POV
We take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a d**k. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.
Reed stands beside me, quiet for a moment but there’s that boyish grin on his lips. We gaze at the forest below that stretches out in every direction, dark beneath the low roll of clouds.
Reed stands beside me, quiet for a moment, but there’s that boyish grin tugging at his mouth.
