Chapter 123. Home

When Dante parks the car in the driveway of the house that changed my mind, which I now haven’t seen in over a month, something in my ribcage snaps.

“I’m tired,” I say.

He nods.

“I’m tired of being tired.” I put my hand on his cheek.

With a sigh, Dante nods again.

“I’m twenty-four.” My voice shakes. “You’re thirty-three.”

He laughs bitterly. “Who would believe that?”

“No one.” I unbuckle my seatbelt. “And I’m tired of that too.”

That seems to catch his attention. He looks me over, trying to figure out what’s going on.

“Let’s just be young tonight.” I smile. “Let’s… Let’s streak through the neighborhood.”

“I don’t know that I’m willing to share like that.” He chuckles. “But I don’t think you’ve ever been in my pool.”

My smile starts to grow. “Too busy all summer. But I don’t have a swimsuit on.”

He unfastens the button holding the front of my jacket together. “Who says you need one?