Chapter Four
Jen
We made our way to Dylan’s truck. He’d replaced the crappy car by summer with a vintage 4x4. He opened my door, I climbed in with help from the running board, and he made sure all parts were out of the way before shutting it and going around to the driver’s side.
He revved the engine to encourage it, then flipped the heater on.
Like any night with the band, we ended up at his apartment. Not much had changed from a year ago except there was a throw blanket on the sofa and I had a drawer in his custom closet.
My car was in guest parking.
Living two hours apart…
Living two hours apart“Hungry? Thirsty?” he asked.
“No. I just want to go to bed.”
My feet hurt from the concert.
My brain ached from the whirlwind of tonight.
He’d showered at the venue before joining us i
