“I was just trying to suppress the image of you chowing down on your stuffed rabbit,” Damon admitted.
“Or your mother snuggling fish eggs.”
He snorted, and the happy sparkles lit up in my chest again.
“I think everything’s under control here, if you want to head on home,” Damon said.
Home. Where me and Damon would be alone. Together.
“Sure,” I said faintly. A floodlight behind the house draped much of the yard in deep shadow; we stepped into the darkness, and flattened together.
In the bare second it took us to rematerialize inside the apartment, my spine got to experience a white bolt of terror that Carmen might be home. It was Sunday night, after all, and she had class in the morning. But the apartment was as dim and silent as I had left it, the card table still in the middle of th
