Chapter Twenty-Nine
So, I decide to do the exact opposite of what Sarah says, and I don’t talk to Adam about spending the night in his bed. Things feel kind of weird between us—forced, uncomfortable—and I can tell he’s avoiding me when he switches his gym routine from early morning to evening, slap bang in the middle of our usual dinner time. So it’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about it, which must mean he wants to pretend it never happened.
Cool. I can do that. Let’s pretend it never happened.
Friday arrives, and I’ve managed to convince Salima to come over and watch a movie. According to her parents, movies are an evil distraction, but I’m determined to show her otherwise.
I park in the long grass in front of the house and lug my shopping bags up the steps and into the house. It wa
