“I have to check this off,” she said, wiggling out of my grip. I was too weak to hold her there, though I tried. “Right now?” “Right now.” She opened her birthday box again, pulling out the notebook labeled LISTS and scrawling a slow, purposeful checkmark next to what I’d written with her new pen. I swore she lit up in a way I’d never seen before, checking off that damn list like it was her life’s purpose. And I loved watching her little ass shake under that skirt while she did it.
