He wraps his arms around my neck, and we blindly fumble our way inside, kissing and groping. “Hey, how was Wiscon—” My brother’s voice cuts off. “Ooh, look at that. I’m gonna go walk the dog.” I wave him off but then his words register. I force my lips away from Zach’s but don’t let him go. “We don’t have a dog.” “Fine. I’m getting out of the house so I don’t have to watch or listen to”—he gestures to us—“that. Bye.”
