SUMMER
Maddox was waiting at the bottom of the stairs at seven o’clock sharp.
He was leaning against the banister in a charcoal blazer, his tie loose, his hair was wet at the ends from a recent shower and his eyes lit up when he saw me coming down.
"There she is," he said. "The most wanted woman in all of Hearthstone.”
"Good morning, Maddox."
"Good morning, princess." He held out his hand and I took it.
"Thank you," I said.
He grinned again as he led me down the stairs and out the door.
His silver sports car gleamed in the morning light, and Maddox opened the passenger door for me with the small, performative bow he had deployed every time we had gotten into this car together. I rolled my eyes. He smirked. I got in.
The drive to school was easy. He played some good music, as alway
