FIVE
“WANT A BEER?”
Who asked that? What was going on?
Raising her head, she looked between her crooked knees to see Danny further down the trailer, fridge open, holding a beer toward her.
Her legs collapsed to the side. She couldn’t even muster the energy to straighten her limbs. “Uh… sure.”
Already she’d said something stupid. s*x was over; she was supposed to leave. A hiss signaled the caps popping off the beers, but she still wasn’t breathing right when he came over to wave one above her.
“Need some help?”
“No,” she said, registering the smile in his voice.
Though she didn’t appreciate his amusement, there was no quick retort. In fact, despite the top of the bed being right there to support her, it took a few attempts to even sit up. The blinds were shut, thank God. She appreci
