“Except, I’m gonna want to be plowed tomorrow.”
Flash laughed. “I’ll plow you, then grill you.”
“Then plow me some more.”
“Definitely.” He kissed me again. “I’m gonna go.”
I nodded but held him tighter and he chuckled, squeezing me tight again.
“Jesus Christ, Tate. Let the man go,” Theo bellowed. “I need to go upstairs.”
“Theo!” Mom snapped. “Language.”
“Okay, baby, I’m gonna go,” Flash repeated.
“Call me when you get home,” I bossed.
“I will.”
He kissed me one more time, then walked out the door. I closed and locked it behind him, then turned and faced my brother who was walking toward me. “You could have just walked up the stairs. You didn’t need to be a dick.”
“And have to walk past you two sucking face?” He shuddered dramatically. “No thank you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mature.”
“Mature,” he mimicked in a snotty voice.
He sauntered up the stairs and I went to grab a pint of ice cream.
* * *
Flash
Ilet myself into myparents’ house and reset the alarm, pulling my phone out to call Tate, but my mother interrupted me.
“Flash?” she called from the kitchen.
“Yeah, Mom?”
“Got a minute?”
“Yeah.” I sighed, sliding my phone back into my pocket and heading her way. She was at the island, a cup of tea in front of her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, love.” She smiled. “Just bored.”
“Where’s Dad?”
“Hawk needed help with something. He’s over at his place.”
“You didn’t go hang with Payton?” I asked, pulling a beer out of the fridge.
“She’s got the crud and I don’t want to risk getting it again.”
“I don’t blame you.” I sat up at the island beside her.
“How’s Tate?” she asked.
“She’s good, other than us sleeping apart.”
