12
Isaac
Peyton made me want to be reckless.
I knew Annie was at home with Aly. That I needed to get back. That I absolutely could not stay out all night with Peyton Medina. But God, a part of me wished that I were young and foolish enough again to do it.
We had finished our walk through the gardens and eaten off of a charcuterie board inside the tasting room. Peyton had another drink, but I opted out since I still had to drive. She had been giggly and tipsy from the alcohol. I just wanted to kiss those wine-stained lips all night. Being an adult sucked.
“Let’s do this again,” Peyton said as we stood on Piper’s front porch. She leaned back against the wall. The alcohol had primarily run its course, but her smile hadn’t lessened any. “I had a really great time.”
“I’m glad,” I told her
