“Oh. Yeah. Sure,” she said, carefully putting the photo back on the table. Though I noticed she’d angled it toward the couch, not away from it like I’d done. “I’ll head home. Thanks for the backup today with Way’s teacher…and my parents. And then all the orgasms and stuff.” “Baby, you’re not going home. I’m just telling you why I’m not makin’ any moves when we go upstairs.” “I should just go home, Knox. I have to be up early to get Way at Liza’s.” She looked as exhausted as I felt.
