Delilah
Juice had been the closest thing to a boyfriend I had had through school. Not like a boyfriend boyfriend but a boy who was a friend. Kind of.
He hung round the club house, wanting an in. And I was that in. Not that I minded back then, It was just nice to be liked.
But I hadn’t seen him since my dad’s death. I had moved away, and he was one of the things I had left behind when I left.
“Here.” He unscrewed the cap off the beer and handed it to me. His eyes watching my face. “You grew up fine Delilah.”
Taking a long pull , I shoulder nudged him. “Shut up you.”
“Nope.” He grinned , and for a second her was the Sixteen year old boy I had kicked around the garage with. “Here come and sit.” He kicked one of the chairs with his foot. And I settled on it, grimacing as the hot met
