Yes. No. Yes. s**t! He knew he shouldn't.
Kimberley didn't look at him again, but the glimmer of a smile tugging at her lips told him she knew the battle he was waging internally.
“Are you enjoying this?” he snapped.
Kimberley smiled at him softly. “Having a role besides the perpetually messed up slut? Yeah, I could get used to it.”
He blinked away some of the haze and tried to really focus on her. He wasn’t by any means sober so he couldn’t really be a hundred percent sure, but she looked better - almost softer.
“You’re different,” he said.
Kimberley pulled into his driveway and turned to him. “Because you’re high and I’m sober for once.”
“No,” he told her, and reached forward to capture a bright lock between his fingers. The hair was soft and clean; not caked with sweat, or matted
