Excerpt for chapter 7 . . .
“So, are you almost done? It’s my last day. Is this
how you want to spend it?”
“Just don’t go.”
“Yeah and have my mother drive down here, dragging me by the
ear.”
I wash my hands, smirking, and he catches my reflection.
“You like that image, don’t you?”
“I love it.” Or maybe
I just love you.
“Mmm. I love this.” He lifts me onto the counter and pulls
me to the edge, stepping between my legs, his mouth meeting mine. “You ready to
go?”
“Yes.”
Dad waves goodbye from the couch as we head out for our last
hoorah.
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