Ten
“Ellie, wait up.”
After looking down at my watch, I realized that there was no way I’d make the bus across town. I’d spent a little extra time with the vibe exercises Owl had prescribed for me this evening.
For the past few days the vibe was the first thing I reached for when I woke up. In a way, it was like reaching for Owl, who never stayed over. He’d let me rest on his chest in that space between his pecs that seemed as though it was made for the shape of my head. But as soon as I dozed off, he’d be up and out of the door.
Tonight, I was meeting him for one of his street races. I'd hoped that afterwards we’d go to his place and I might weasel my way between his sheets until morning. But I was late for the bus after spending an extra minute with the vibe.
I’d come so close to co
