Page 505 of Bad Prince
“I like the other one better.”
“Me too.”
A beat.
Then, because I need her to hear it before the day gets between us, I say, “Weekend’s over. We’re just starting.”
Something shifts in her face.
“I know,” she whispers.
I kiss her once more, then force myself to step back before I change my mind and drag her into the nearest building like a criminal.
She shoulders her bag again.
Takes two steps backward.
Still watching me.
I point toward the complex.
“Go be terrifying.”
Her smile turns sharp.
“Go score thirty-two again.”
I huff a laugh. “Bossy.”
“Always.”
Then she turns and heads toward the side entrance, long legs eating up the distance, not looking back until the very last second.
She lifts her hand once before disappearing inside.
I stand there a second longer in the blue-black almost-morning with my own bag at my feet and the whole weekend still warm in my blood.
Then I pick it up and head for my side of the building.
Monday can have us back.
It just doesn’t get to have us apart again.
