Stupid.
He’s crying over something stupid.
“If one of us finds someone, we’ll go back,” he’d said. Teary eyed, determined expression—and then a shitty pinky promise.
If one of us finds someone?
Like who?
I . . . should beat him.
“Mom will be home soon,” he said, finally glancing back to look at me from where he was standing on his front step. “You should—“
Leaning forward I kissed him softly, pulling back to look him over.
Stunned. His dark eyes were wide, lips parted in shock.
“You’ll come over my house tomorrow, right?”
He blinked, shutting his mouth, giving a small nod. “If . . . if mom let’s me.”
“Your mom will be at work, right?” I pushed, looking him over.
He bit his lip, looking me over. Another small nod.
“Okay
