Eyes Like Mine

~DONOVAN’S POV~

There are a few things I can handle first thing in the morning:

‘An espresso shot strong enough to punch me in the throat.’

‘My inbox screaming bloody murder.’

‘The sound of silence.’

What I can’t handle? My mother sitting on a goddamn couch in my living room, legs crossed, judgment uncrossed, and a boy with my eyes smiling at her like this isn’t the beginning of the end.

And Valer