The Hardest Fall

by Ella Maise

Anyway, I don’t even remember half the things I said later on, but I do remember skedaddle. Ask me how many times I’ve used that word in my life—zero.

JP opened his mouth, but I lifted a finger in his direction. “Don’t even think about it.” He raised his hands in surrender but didn’t quite manage to wipe the grin off his face. “This song is lit as fuck, that’s all I was gonna say.”

Knowing what would happen, what we’d end up doing if I did wake him up had prevented me from continuing where we’d left off. You might call me a chicken; I call myself smart.