Three days felt longer than they should have.

I stayed at the Hale house most of the time because Avery asked me to. Every room still carried the memory of that night against the wall. The way he had kissed me. The way he had pressed my hand to the hard length of him and made me feel exactly what I did to him.

Roman texted once. Short.

**Trip’s going fine. Be back Thursday night.**

I didn’t reply. I didn’t trust myself.

Thursday evening Avery had plans with other friends. She left around seven. The house went quiet. I stayed in the living room with a book I wasn’t reading,...