Roxie pasted a smile on her face, but inside, she yearned like she stood in a field staring at the distant stars above—longing, longing, longing.

It was just the golden sunlight, ink-stain asphalt and the woman he’d always wished was his.

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn’t want to surface.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn’t deserve.