I laid my head on his back again, and he put the stand down and took out the key. “We’re done,” he told me, sounding a little amused when I wouldn’t let him go. “I’m cold.” I nuzzled closer. He chuckled under his breath, and the smell of Sticks pizza wafted through my nostrils again. “Can you show me red?” I asked. I didn’t want the night to end. He paused for a moment and then whispered over his shoulder. “Someday.” “Are you still going to hurt me?” I joked. But he paused again, his whisper barely audible. “Someday,” he said.
