Chapter 89

Charity

“I gotta talk to you.” I grab hold of Drew’s hand as soon as he walks through the door of his parent’s house. Making sure our girls didn’t see us, I turn, whisper-hisssing so he can hear me. “Alone.”

We quickly take the stairs to his boyhood room, I shut the door, locking it behind us. It hasn’t changed much since he moved out. The same comforter still decorates the bed, the one I slept with every night he’d sneak me up here. My favorite pillow still leans against the wall, and I bet over on the right side of the mattress there’s still the stain where I lost my virginity to him on a night his parents had a club function.

His eyebrows raise to his hairline. “Was ‘talking to me’ code for you wanna fuck like we use to as teenagers?” He grins, laying back against his old bed, supporting himself with his elbows.

“No,” I laugh, rolling my eyes. “I really want to talk to you.”