“Ready?” he whispered into my ear.
I shifted onto my other leg and heard gravel crackle under my shoes. Goosebumps spread like dominoes along my skin.
“Yeah,” I squealed, and Daryl laughed and crunched away. He hadn’t said a word the drive over, just let me wonder with the car’s engine massaging my body and the musky cologne he wore on special occasions like my graduation from beauty school.
Daryl yelled “okay . . . take it off,” and when I untied the knot under my ponytail and blinked a couple times, I read the message written in the sky.
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