Wendy stands up. “I’m coming with you.”
Our faces come level again and I try to ignore how her cheeks are still flushed or her lips swollen from the kissing.
Hundreds of nights alone in this cabin and nothing has ever happened, and the one night I finally get the courage to kiss her, it’s home-invasion night.
Must be fate stopping me from making a monumental mistake. I want Wendy. I’ve been wanting her since the moment she bulldozed her way into my cabin. But I’m not sure I’m what’s right for her. She needs certainties, stability, and all I can give her right now are question marks.
Wendy holds my hand and we cross over to the French windows where the light switches are. I flip them all up, and for a moment we stand blinded by the sudden brightness. The entire backyard comes into vi
