We talked the whole way home, bardcore in the background, and rolled up to my little duplex around eight. Maeve stopped the car and took off her seatbelt. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not trying to come in. I need a shower so bad right now. I just want to walk you to the door.”
My cheeks burned, and I liked it. I slipped out of the car and up the steps to my doorway, then waited. Her eyes were bright, her lips full and green, her horns glittering. She looked like a perfect little imp. “Thank you,” I said, voice tight with sincerity. I wasn’t sure how to tell her how much the whole day meant to me. Even the crap parts had shown me something good.
“Thank you.” She leaned forward and tilted her head, and before I knew it, we were kissing. Her breath was warm and sweet, her lips soft. An el
