“When did you say your friend is going to pick it up?” I jolt my chin to the couch.

“Dale?” Joe glances at the time on his phone. “We still have about two hours. He works at the docks with me. Gets off at six.”

Folding my arms over my chest, I look at the couch. “I used to get so mad at Nora and Colt whenever they had sex on this thing. I felt sexually harassed. Is that weird?”

Joe chuckles. “Depends. Were you on the couch while they were porking?”

“Aw, no.”

“In that case, no harassment. Jealousy, maybe.”

“You’re a vile man, Joseph Graves.”

“And you love it, Everlynne Lawson.”

We both glance at each other, smirking. I’m the first to break the invisible barrier between us. I reach with my pinkie to touch his. It’s just a brush, but it does the trick. Goose bumps roll over my skin. His cheeks pink.

“Thanks for being there for me,” I whisper.

He smiles but doesn’t say anything. His pinkie laces with mine. I suck in a breath. We stand like this, barely touching, the music coming from the Bluetooth bouncing against the empty walls. “This Charming Man.” Such an underrated song. Joe clenches his pinkie through mine and tugs me to him. I let out a gasp, my body colliding with his. His mouth is on mine. His hands are in my hair. We are kissing like two crazed people in the middle of the empty living room, panting and moaning. He wraps his hands around me, backs me to the couch, and gives me a shove until I fall on top of it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, reaching for his belt.

“Making sure Dale gets a couch with an interesting life story.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

TWENTY-EIGHT

Dale shows up for the couch. He looks about seven years old. Okay, more like seventeen. Still a baby, though. He and Joe do the bro hug and elaborate handshake.

“Where’ve you been, man?” Dale asks.

Joe hands him a cigarette, then ruffles his hair. “Took a little trip to Cali.”

“What’d you lose there?” Dale frowns.

Joe jerks his thumb toward me. “This smart-ass. Dale, this is Ever. Ever, this is Dale.”

We shake hands. I smile. It is surprisingly easy to smile after feeling Joe’s weight against mine. Dale asks, “Is Ever your real name?”

“No. I just really like to be asked about it a thousand times.”

Dale and Joe both laugh. I’ve got my sass back. This is huge. I haven’t sassed in a long time.

Dale sniffs the air. “Is it just me or does the couch smell funky?”

Joe and I both conceal our chuckles with coughs. When Dale notices, he smacks Joe. “Gross, man. No way am I paying for it now.”