12
Hand in hand with Andres, we walk into the house. Carlos is on the couch, watching TV, and he snickers when he sees us. I’m wearing one of Andres’s T-shirts and baggy sweats with my sundress from yesterday in my free hand.
“Shut up,” Andres says to Carlos. Then, Andres leans in and kisses me. “I’ll wait out here.”
Once in my room, I hear a knock before I even have time to pick out an outfit. Nadia opens the door and walks in before I can get a word out. I close the door behind her.
Turning to me and eyeing my baggy sweats, she says, “Hey, nice outfit. Details, please!” She giggles.
I give Nadia a rundown of the evening, supplying only vague details.
She smiles at me. “He really likes you, Liv.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I’ve never seen him like this with a girl. He definitely isn’
