Slouching down into my seat, this time, I'm not so focused on what's going on outside the car. I'm focused on him. Maybe too tired to pretend otherwise, or maybe I just don't fucking care.

I wonder if maybe I should've told Wendy where I was goin', but it's too late now. I'll deal with it in the morning.

"You get out there, you better write me. Promise I'll write you back," I tease, voice dipped low and a lazily playful grin on my face, but I'm serious, and maybe it's as much of a confession as anything else. He wants to be with me... and I wanna be with him, too.