HOPE
My stomach growls loud enough to embarrass me, and I glance at my watch with a sigh. My curfew's creeping up—only thirty minutes left. I give Asher a tight smile, more apologetic than anything.
"If I wait much longer, I might turn into a pumpkin—or just get another passive-aggressive bitch. We can't be two on a table it would really be crazy. Sorry, I'd really love to stay a bit longer. This has been... actually really nice."
Jeremy bites his lip, his dimples flashing as he grins. "Okay, serious question—how do you feel about tacos?"
My smile immediately returns. " I'm Deeply and spiritually connected to them. But I'll have to taco it up in my room. I can't discomfort myself for people that doesn't give even the tiniest bit of fuck about me."
Kaleb grimaces. "That's not... going to happen. You will have to wait. This meeting centers all around you anyways.
