She hesitates. “We need to finish this conversation.” “We will,” I promise. “At home.” Her teeth dig into her lip. “Brenna and I are meeting friends at the bar.” “Then we’ll talk at the bar. Or afterward. Right now, you need to go.” Summer nods. She stands on her tiptoes, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then she’s gone. * * * I’m a pussy. I don’t go looking for Summer after the game, and I don’t go to Malone’s. I also don’t go home. Like an asshole, I get in my car and drive to Boston.
Yeah you’re a complete fucking asshole
