"Yeah," I murmur, bunching his shirt up under his arms, only so I can feel more of his skin against mine, my hand splayed out just below his shoulder blades.

"We should just, like... run off to fuckin' Canada or somethin'," I tease, but there's a part of me that wishes it could be that easy. There's a part of me that wishes we could just hide in this fuckin' hotel room until they forget about him and leave him the fuck alone.