Ramirez Gonzales.
“Go inside.” I say, staring at the family house at the side.
Yes. I brought her back home after she made it clear that she wanted some of me. I thought given her defence, she would at least take it slow.
Ariel doesn’t move. She just sits there.
“I wasn’t kidding.” she replies, daring me to look at her.
I don’t look. I can’t. If I do, I’ll lose whatever grip I have left. “When you wake up tomorrow, you’ll regret it. You’ll regret not thinking this through.” I mutter, tapping my fingers against the wheel, trying to keep my head straight.
“If that’s true, why haven’t I regretted anything we’ve done before? I’m not coming out.”
Her words settle into the pit of my stomach like a storm about to break. I rev the engine, pulling out of the neighbourhood as dusk settles
