Lila
Shawn drove to the place where the bonfire was being held. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I certainly didn’t expect him to pull up to a house.
“This is the bonfire?” I asked as he turned off the car.
Shawn chuckled. “You’ve never been here?”
“I don’t even know whose house this is,” I replied.
“It’s actually Ream’s Farm. He makes a bonfire for us out in one of the fields. It’s kind of a tradition after a game,” Shawn explained.
“Oh, I didn’t know,” I said.
“It’s fine. Come on, let’s go down to the field,” Shawn said, opening his car door.
I got out of the car, and Shawn came up beside me. I could smell the burning wood in the air as we started walking around the house. I felt Shawn’s fingers brush against mine.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. But then I felt his
