“I’m sorry,” he says against my mouth. “I wanted you too much.” I don’t know if he lifts me off the ground or if I climb him like a tree. “No such thing,” I tell him, biting his bottom lip. “Although I hope you didn’t leave my grandmother on the side of the road,” I say. “I’m somewhat attached to her.” “She’s playing cards. I’ll pick her up in a few hours.”
