Dave brushed his hair back, listening to the rainfall harder as the lightning and the thunder came closer together. “Well, I suppose as long as the roof holds, this’ll work.”
“We’ll probably end up walking back in the dark,” said Joey. “It’s either that or spend the night here.”
“Yeah, I’d rather not spend the night in a creepy cabin.” Dave put his arm around Joey and held him a little closer. “You don’t like storms much, do you?”
Joey shook his head. “They scare me,” he admitted, “always have.”
Dave kissed his forehead. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Joey smiled and leaned against him, focusing on him instead of the storm raging above them.
Chapter 8: Lightning Crashes
Finally the storm abated. Dave had dozed off and Joey nudged him awake. “Come on,” he said. “Don’t suppose you threw a flas
