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It was good to know that Dana was a beer-keg-is-half-full kind of roommate.
It’s a dance, Hartley. Why would I go?” He swirled his drink in his glass. “Okay, so maybe it’s not your best event.”
She was like a song I’d forgotten how to sing. I needed to hear it again to remember why I liked it the first time.
“Oh my God,” I squeaked. “We’re going to die.” Hartley paused to hitch me up even higher on his body. “That makes you the first girl ever to say that to me on our way into the bedroom.”
“Dana,” I dropped my voice. “He won’t tell because nobody brags about hooking up with the girl in the wheelchair.”
The word paralysis kept running through my mind. His heart was like my unfeeling toes. I felt Hartley’s touch all the way through, but he hadn’t felt mine at all.
And anyway, I sucked at billiards, even as a whole person.
When the door shut on him, I let out a breath of air. Operation Forget About Hartley was going to be tough. But I would fight the good fight.
