Thirty-nine
Cody
I pulled the truck to a stop in the middle of a grassy field. Across the field was a brightly lit dance hall where the church social was being held. We sat for a moment, watching people going in and out of the building. The sound of crickets and country music filled the cool night air.
I wasn’t much of a dancer. I’d only danced with Cassie twice: once on our first date and then again at prom. Dancing in the rain with her was my favorite. I wanted to hold her like that again.
Her lips had curled into a gentle smile when she figured out where we were headed. Just as we reached the gravel road that went up to the dance hall, I had made a last minute decision and took off in a different direction. I wanted her to myself. I wasn’t in the mood to share her with anyone—not ye
