After they rolled out of there, unscathed. He told her how impressed he was that she was that dedicated to her cause to do such a silly thing.
“They’re probably playing that back on the cameras trying to figure out who the hell just did that.”
He loved the way she couldn’t stop giggling about it, adding little segments about what she thought was funny and finally that whoever was on wished they were fun enough to do that instead of us.
Us.
Oh, how he loved that word coming out of her.
What he could have done without was how the night ended, how uncomfortable she was with where she lived and how she lived, actually. Her house was a house. That wasn’t the problem, or was it? Was it that she didn’t think she belonged in one?
The house was a two story. It didn’t look like it had a ba
