Nathan
When I pulled the car into the familiar curve of my parents’ driveway, the first thing that caught my wavering attention was warm porch lights as they spilled across the walkway, and all the way from here, I could hear the laughter filtering faintly through the open windows.
But my attention soon left there to come back to the person I had in the car with me.
Eleanor sat beside me, her dress hugging her curves in a way that made concentrating on anything other than her almost impossible. She had gone with this soft, deep green number, modest at the neckline but snug at the waist, and I had been silently suffering all through the drive over.
Her perfume was faint but maddening; it was clean, and floral, with something a little sweet underneath, and each time she shifted in her
