We made our way back to the house, my legs feeling like jello-o. This man had me hooked on his tricks now. As much as I loved the attention I’d just received, I still wanted more answers and more of him.
As we approached the house from the back, I took it all in. The backyard was huge. There were fairy lights strung up across the yard like washing lines, from the porch to the edge of the yard, against wooden awnings.
The kitchen windows took up most of the lower level at the back. The kitchen was huge, but I suppose it was to accommodate the frat pack. I giggled to myself, thinking how my assumption of them was both accurate and inaccurate. They were a pack alright, but definitely not the asshole kind.
Before he opened up the back door, he turned to face me, “Thank you.”
“For wh
