Like a stalker, I can say Beck and his little sister lived alone in their house. Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen anyone that wasn't a school bus pass by the Asher's ever since we moved here. Not even his friends. Maybe they liked to keep to themselves? Knowing Beck, that might probably be true.
You can call me crazy as I sat all night on my windowsill staring out the front of the Asher house only to find out neither parent, grandparent, close relatives, or anyone pull up to their house until midnight when sleep finally took over me.
It was either that or lie on my bed thinking about the kiss Beck and I shared at the sidewalk.
God, was I stupid to want more? This was Beck. I can't afford to let my guard down with him and last night I let out all my inhibitions like I had not
