In a Rush (Friendship, Rhode Island #2)

by Kate Canterbary

We wandered through the bars near Lansdowne and Boston University like it didn’t matter who knew us, drinking and dancing and singing along with every song until they turned off the lights. We ended up in the back of a car around two in the morning. We stared at each other with drowsy eyes and warm smiles lit by the golden glow of streetlights, and I knew I’d be all right if this was how our wedding night ended. Even if I wanted more—so much more—I had everything I needed. Then the driver turned under an overpass and for a singular moment, everything went dark. I didn’t know who made the first move. I didn’t care. We found each other in the darkness and we moved together like we’d been doing this forever. Like we were made for this. She was beside me, then in my lap, then straddling me, her knees pressing into my hips and her skirt floating around us like a fog. My hands were under Emme’s dress and her lips were everywhere and there was nothing else in my head—not a single fucking thing—other than getting her home.