Hot.
The week vanished too soon, and it was Saturday. After she’d packed, Mateo stole her away for an hour, and they lay in the grass in the little park.
Teya was desolate.
It was so unfair. She hated being young, having no say. The second she started feeling happy she was uprooted all over again.
‘I wish I could stop time,’ she said into Mateo’s ear.
‘Why?’
‘Then we could stay here forever.’
‘Time is a funny thing. I have only known you seven days, but it feels like my whole life.’
‘I know.’
Their forearms were layered together, his dark against her paler honey. Their laced fingers made a little black cave she wanted to crawl inside. They belonged. It was so wrong to pull them apart.
The buckle of his belt dug painfully into her hip, but she pressed in harder, wanting him to kis
