7. Beautiful
On the way back, Aaron takes us through the burger drive-thru down the street.
“You know, you’ve already outlasted everyone else’s New Year’s resolutions,” he reminds me when I order a plain egg white sandwich. “It’s been three whole weeks since last year.”
Thankfully, that’s all the comment he offers.
When we reach my house, he jogs between the car and the front door, after a careful check that nobody from school is around to see us.
Nobody is. Cadence will never look for him here, and I’m kinda hoping Sophie won’t drop by either.
Not yet.
With the door safely closed behind us, Aaron avoids the windows while I go straight to my room, scrunch a change of clothes and a stick of deodorant into the most discreet and nondescript bundle possible and steal a moment in the bat
