" What are we going to do, Ayden?" she whispered, glaring up at me." I don't know," I confessed. " But how about we burn that bridge when we get there?" " I thought it was 'cross' that bridge?" I lightly poked her in the eye and she laughed. " No. We're burning bridges. Crossing is so overrated." I smiled and touched the corner of her eyes, captivated by the iridescent blues." I think I like the sound of that," she whispered." Yeah?" " Yeah. "