A week after our night at Glacier Point, we’re walking hand in hand across the Sunrise Bay high school football field. After the night we shared together, it was like the flick of a light switch and we turned from budding relationship into a couple.
Although people have seen us around together, we mostly keep to one another’s houses for the kids. The snow is falling, and I wanted to go somewhere we could see the entire sky. Of course, Hank suggested the football field with some joke about having s*x on the fifty-yard line. I might’ve been game if I didn’t fear my ass getting stuck to the icy field.
“Want to go make out under the bleachers?” he asks, eyebrows waggling.
“Can we talk?” I ask nervously.
“Sure.” He stops and tugs my hand, leading me over to the bleachers.
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