chapter ONEthe statue has got to go.
That’s my first thought as I prep the living room for Dustin’s visit later tonight. I know I’m the only one who would notice the discriminating eyes of Mom’s four-inch Jesus staring down from the mantel. Dustin probably wouldn’t look away from my breasts if the room were two feet deep in holy water. Still, I reach for it.
When my hand fumbles and the statue topples sideways, I pick the thing up and scan the hearth for any other too-holy housewares.
“What are you doing?” My older sister rushes in from the kitchen,...
slip into the passenger seat of Dustin’s yellow Mustang, lean over, and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles, and slides a sandy-colored lock of hair behind his ear. The dimple on his cheek makes my heart flutter.
“Where to?” he asks, sliding one hand onto my knee. I place my hand on his, stopping him before he reaches the hem of my skirt.
My mind works fast and I remember a barn bash one of Dustin’s friends mentioned. “Evan’s party?” I say.
“I thought we were going to your place.” He inches his hand up my thigh.