Hanging the Moon

Declan

My fingers itched to touch her.

"Avery."

"Don't." She stood abruptly. "Don't say whatever you're about to say."

"I was just going to ask if you were thirsty."

Her cheeks flushed pink. "Oh."

"There's a vendor over there. Water? Lemonade?"

"Water's fine."

I stood, heading toward the cart while Avery returned her attention to Noah. The vendor handed over two bottles of water, and I paid him.