Page 102 of Some Things Never Change

“Just give me three minutes and I’ll be out,” I said, quickly. “Did you want to come through our house or climb back over the fence?”

Andy let out a long, angry sigh. His brows furrowed as his lips pulled down to an annoyed pout. “I’ll just climb over the fence. It’s faster.” He was definitely angry at me from the sharpness of his tone.

I grabbed my phone and keys as I headed out. There was no point in even bothering to change out of my PJs or put on a bra when it was just Andy. Jonathan was still up, but thankfully he was holed up in his room instead of binging on some show in the living room. The last thing I needed was my brother or mom asking me questions when I’m just heading out to the yard to talk to my upset boyfriend.

I ran up to him the moment I locked our front door behind me. He was standing with his back toward me on our lawn, probably still stewing in irritation at the way I didn’t even bother to answer his call. In the stillness of the dark, it felt a little strange for us to be the only ones outside so I kept my voice hushed and low.

“I’m sorry,” I said, again.

“It’s alright,” he said with another long sigh. He reached out for my hand. “I didn’t realize how tired you were.”

I placed my hand in his as he tugged me toward his parent’s house. “Where are we going?”

“To the backseat of my car.”

I stopped in my tracks. “Andy, we’re not going to have sex in the back of your car in your parent’s garage.”

He often parked his nice SUV in the garage since Uncle Gary usually left his huge work truck on the driveway anyways. Thankfully, Anthony hadn’t lived at home for years and I doubted his parents would be up, but still. We lived together. If Andy wanted sex, then we could wait to do it all in the privacy of his own home when we got back tomorrow.

He turned to me with an amused look etched into the lines of his face. “We’re not having sex. I just wanted to confess to you.”

“But you already confessed to me.” I was confused.

“Remember how I mentioned I wanted to do something important with you when we came back to our hometown?”

Andy loosely mentioned it on our long drive over early this morning, and I agreed to it without knowing what he wanted to do. Just like how he asked me to come out at midnight without many details and without me asking about much.

“Yeah.”

His lips upturned into a small smile. “Well, this is that important thing I wanted to do with you again. So, don’t worry. We’re just going to chat for a bit, and I’ll walk you back to your mom’s place.”

“No funny business?”

He raised a brow at me with a teasing grin. He tugged me forward, and I easily went with him hand in hand. “Why do you sound so sad? Are you upset I’m not going to finger you in the backseat, like I usually do after work?”

Andy brought out one of his parent’s keys to click the garage door open. The master bedroom was on the other side of their house, so his parents wouldn’t hear the garage door open and shut.

“I’m not sad!” My voice was in a low hiss as my face flushed in embarrassment. “I’m just asking in case you get handsy.”

He chuckled as he glanced at the old, oversized black T-shirt I threw on. His gaze became piercing, as if he could see through my clothes. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

I gave him a look as I threw my free arm over my chest. “How the hell can you tell that I’m braless?”

He grinned playfully as he leaned over with his index finger pointed out. “I can see your nipples peeking out . . .” His voice became a slow drawl as his finger reached over and drew a small circle right over where my nipple was. “Right here.”

I swatted his hand away. “Stop that. You said no funny business!”

“Okay, I won’t get handsy with you.” He laughed.

The garage door fully opened, and we both stepped in as Andy clicked his SUV open. The garage closed as we climbed into the back. He glanced at our high school basketball insignia on the shirt I wore as he continued to smile.

“Isn’t that mine?”

I grabbed the worn out, fading material I had on and looked down at it. “It was yours, but you gave it to me before you left for college. Remember?”

“I did? Why haven’t I ever seen you wear it? It looks good on you.”

I shrugged. His eyes glazed over me again as his smile grew wider and brighter. I snorted, leaning back into the backseat.

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