Chapter 6
Once we were outside, I felt even better, like I could breathe again. The night air had turned chillier while we at the party, and I leaned into Jeffrey’s sizable form for warmth and connection. The wind, from off the lake, had picked up, sending plastic bags and other bits of trash tumbleweeding down the deserted street.
Jeffrey slid his arm around my shoulder. Finally I was getting a little affection from him! Maybe he was just shy—and perhaps I was right about him not being much of an exhibitionist.
He leaned his mouth close to my ear, his breath hot. “Did you drive?” he asked.
“No, I’m afraid we’ll have to depend on the good old CTA. Unless you have a car?” I paused for a moment. He shook his head.
There was no way to get from point A to point B without simply asking. “S
