“Anyway, Jackson, why do you ask?”
He shrugs. “No reason. Just curious, really.”
We chat for a while, and the party starts to wind down, finally. It’s been a good day but a tiring day. I find myself yawning.
“You ready to make like a tree and split?” Logan winks. “You look tired.”
“Me? No,” I yawn again. “Wait. Make like a tree and…split?”
“Yeah, you know. If I had an ax.”
And now I’m picturing Logan with an ax like some kind of Greek God. I really have a problem.
“Well, that’s a shame you’re yawning,” he says. “Because I packed a secret bottle of wine for a little post-party side quest. But if you’re tired…”
“A…side quest?” I question.
“Yeah, you know. Come on.”
The air’s cooler now, the sky just starting to fade into that deep blue that comes right before night.
He leads me over to the truck, reaching into the back seat and pulling out a bottle of red, and holds it up like proof.
“You know what,” he says, casual, “on second thought, if you’re tired, maybe we should just?—”
“I’m not tired,” I cut in.
And I’m not. Not anymore.
“That was just…a post-party yawn.”
He studies me for a second, like he’s deciding something.
“So you’re down for a little adventure?”
I cross my arms lightly. “That depends.”
“On?”
“Where you’re taking me.”
A beat passes, and he smiles.
I pause, staring out beyond the windshield.
“Do you trust me?”
“Do I…” I echo, glancing back at him.
He smirks, but it’s softer this time.
“No,” he says. “Doyoutrust me, Cass?”
I tilt my head, meeting his eyes.
He continues. “You can say no. I won’t get offended.”
“I do,” I say. “Actually…yeah. I do.”
