It was late when we pulled into Ty’s driveway. I wasn’t the least bit tired even though it was after eleven. I was hyper-aware of him sitting next to me, his body only inches from mine. A tiny car sure came in handy at times like this. It was easy to brush up against each other. Which happened a few times on the way home. It had been accidental the first time, but the second, I had to admit I faked it and leaned in. I couldn’t help myself. I needed body-to-body contact. A girl had to fake it every once in a while. Although I hoped I wouldn’t have to fake it much—or ever again—with Ty.
“Let me help you get these boxes into your garage.”
“Is that a euphemism for something?” I asked, coyly.
“You’ve been hanging around Goldie too much. It means, I have to work tomorrow and I can’t have adul
