I crashed her date last night. I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit. “If I pick you up later, will you kiss me again?” “Ev.” Her name comes out strangled and gruff. She’s killing me and I am going to hell. “Fine, fine. I see we’re not talking about it still.” “Talking won’t change anything.” She shrugs one shoulder. “By my memory of last night, I wouldn’t want to change anything.” Yep, definitely trying to kill me.
