THIRTY
“YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT South America,” Daire said into the night.
Lying in their bed, her head was on his shoulder, his arm curved so he could play with her hair.
Her lips rose. “How did you know that?”
“Because I’m thinking about it,” he said. “I’m happy we didn’t go when we talked about it.”
She moistened her lips and adjusted the angle of her head to bring her face nearer his neck. “You are?”
“I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I didn’t want to lie to you. We could’ve gone and I would’ve been him just to be with you, but… Every day I’d have worried you’d find out the truth. That what we had could be taken away. I prefer this. Everything out in the open.”
Almost everything.
“What do you think is happening right now?” she asked, drawing her fingertips up and down his body.
