Page 104 of Till The Sun Dies (Checkmate 2)

“Um… So, you still wanna come, right?”

Say yes.

Say no.

Say something and put me out of my misery!

“Of course he does.” Kane slams the trunk and hip bumps me forward until I slam against Ang a second time. “Get in, lovers! It’s time to hit the road. Nice haircut, band geek. Totally gangster.”

Ang frowns. “You still want me to come, right? I wanna come if the invitation’s still open. I’ve been psyched for it all week, so…”

“For fuck’s sake.” Kane snatches my blue ball cap from the backseat and slaps it onto my head. “Get in, Twink. Let’s go.”

Ang steps in close and straightens my cap. Pushing his fingers under the brim and tucking loose hair back out of my eyes, his smile is both smug and shy at the same time. “I really wanna come, but I won’t intrude, so if you changed your mind…” He takes a step back. “Text me pictures. I haven’t been to the beach in forever, so…”

That’s one way to sprinkle a little guilt over my head.

Don’t be a coward.Don’t be a coward.Don’t be a coward.

I finger my new crystal pendant and smile. “I still want you to come…”

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