“There’s a party tonight at my place,” he says, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck. “Kind of a celebrate if we win and drown our sorrows if we lose type of thing. Will you come?” I clear my throat. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if your dad sees?” “He won’t be there. He’s leaving right after the game to go to some business conference halfway across the country. And… I don’t care anymore. I want to be with you. Fuck the consequences.”
