Seven also pays another kid good money to detail his truck and wash it spotless. Who does that when it’s been raining off and on, and has the kid seen Seven’s cleats after practice? They are filthy.
“Warm enough?”
“Yes, thanks.”
“Ready to go?”
I nod.
“Good, ’cause I’m taking a shower at your place. Afterward, I plan on kissing you for being so agreeable.”
If his kisses are my reward, I should be more agreeable. Except kissing Seven won’t be enough. I’ll want more.
With how uncertain my future is, there’s not room for more, so why wish for it? Why set myself up for disappointment?