Chapter Six
The next day. Gray had everyone over to his apartment, something he didn’t normally do because it was so small. Rick was stretched out on the couch, texting that girl Kristie had been with – her name was Kass, apparently. Armand was thinking out loud about cars.
“If we stick to Manor Heights,” he said, “those idiots usually never remember to even lock their cars. It might be as easy as opening the door and hot wiring it to start.”
But Gray wasn’t listening. Not for the first time that day, he was thinking about Kristie. He hadn’t tried to see her since the incident in her bedroom. His mind kept drifting back to it. The way the moon hit her face and seemed to illuminate her hair like a halo. The way her eyes widened in surprise when he had kissed her. The way she had willingl
