“Simona, what took you so long?” Jessica wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I felt the usual ache inside from her touch, the heat building up to uncomfortable levels. Stepping back to give myself space, I noticed a hurt expression flit across her features.
“Sorry.” I muttered, keeping my head down. It was easier to keep my head in the right place if I didn’t focus on her soft, oval face. I thought she could read my mind through my eyes, so I kept them down in case it was true. I felt her finger under my chin, lifting it up.
“C’mon, let’s go up in the treehouse. I’ve got a joint. Let’s smoke it before we run that errand.”
I followed her into the backyard. The leaves were thick, and you couldn’t see the treehouse inside its branches. Jessica pulled herself up by the lowest branch, then
