“Trust me, Dani,” he said, tugging me along before the bus pulled away. “We’ll come back for the car later.”
The bus was crowded even for a Friday night. Eros guided me to the back, near the last pair of exit doors, and I held onto the handrail as the bus lurched forward. “Where are we going?” I asked again.
Eros stood behind me, one hand on the handrail beside mine, the other on my shoulder. “Patience,” he said. I sighed and gazed out of the window, watching Dr. U’s office building whizz by us. We were headed outbound toward the Liberty Bridge.
The bus stopped a few more times, letting more people on. Eros tapped his fingers on my shoulder, his breath on my neck.
“Shouldn’t you be watching for the stop?” I asked. “And not me?”
He chuckled and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “W
