Go-Getter

Jesse

The last thing I wanted was to drive Audrey home after we had sex, but I could tell from the look on her face that I had to. I could also tell that she hated it as much as I did. Was she feeling the same way that I was? That we were playing with fire here, that it was going to be too hard to lose her already, without spending the night together, without waking up to miles of warm, soft skin every morning? I wished I could offer her some kind of solution, but I didn’t know what to say.

“Your mom would probably worry if I didn’t bring you home, anyway,” I said, giving her the easy way out.

Audrey looked at me in surprise for a moment, and I could tell that she was on the brink of telling me that that was the least of her worries at the moment. But then she smiled at me. “Yeah,” she said, sounding relieved that yet again, we were going to bypass that conversation about our relationship, about her return to Paris, and about everything else that was important between the two of us.

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