Memphis’s POV
I don’t get much sleep that night, for obvious reasons.
We didn’t get hot and heavy again after dinner, but mostly just because we didn’t have anywhere to do it. He apparently doesn’t want to go too far in the car—at least, not for the first time, which I actually think is pretty romantic—but we don’t exactly have many other options. Bridget would probably let us use a room in her house if I asked, but that would require admitting to her that we’re starting to take things to the next level, which, of course, would send her into a spiral of worry that I’m not quite ready for.
I worry about her sometimes—about Bridget, I mean. She’s always so quick to worry about me and Tally, but so slow to open up to us about her own problems. When was the last time she saw her parents, fo
