บท 20: Chapter 20

The only response I get from Delia is the scratch of the broom across the floor.

When he knocks on the glass, I jump to open the door. I hate the tremble in my hands, the quiver in my voice as I stand aside to let him in. “Hey, Coby.” I sound like I’m gushing, I hate that too.

He flashes me that smile and Delia’s right, he sees only me. She doesn’t exist for him. He doesn’t even glance her way, though I know he has to hear the broom. But she’s not here, it’s just him and me and before he even says hello, his arm comes up around my waist. He leans in so close, I think he’s going to kiss me. He smells like sex and sweat and the road and I want to taste that, I won’t pull away this time—