Melanie Moreland

“I still think you’re sexy,” she said sleepily.

I tightened my arms around her and chuckled. “Good to know, Rabbit. Good to know.”

“I don’t know when I’m leaving. I don’t know if it’s in two hours or two days, and … I don’t want to know because it will be all I dwell on. But until I do, I’m Rabbit. Your Rabbit. Give me that. Please.”