A Little Glamour
It wasn’t a trick. No trick was this good. This was… this was a fantasy.
“Joshua.” I connected the name with him out loud.
Not quite Julian, but I was close.
“I’m sorry I called you an a*s,” I said.
“You didn’t.”
“Well, I meant to.”
He laughed at his joke, or at the fact that I’d remembered it, and I hoped that meant I was forgiven for what I’d meant to say.
“So, we’re not taking you home, then?” he asked, still smiling.
Mom would be furious. She’d be out of her mind distraught. But no, from this culmination of every hope and daydream I’d ever entertained, I most ardently did not want to go home.
I shook my head.
“Sure about that?”
“Yes already,” I said.
Joshua reclaimed my hand and led me around the curving edge of the forest.
“So where do we start?” I coul
