A Party

My phone dinged and I pulled it from the back pocket of my jeans to give it a cursory glance.

“Mom.” I explained. Shooting her a quick text to tell her to be careful on the way there and that things were fine here.

Such a lie.

Eric watched me, waiting until I’d tucked my phone safely away, to grab my attention.

“So, you want to go back to discussing the important stuff?” He redirected with a quick grin.

He thinks he’s so damn charming.

“Like what?”

“What are you supposed to say if you want to back out?”

“I’m done.” I said sullenly staring out the windshield. Wondering if I should just say it now. Or if just now had counted. I peered at him to see.

He was grinning, gaze hooded. “Nice try. You have to mean it.”

“So, what exactly am I supposed to do at this party?” I asked the dreaded question.

“Be with me.”

“Meaning?” I turned my head slowly to lift a questioning brow.

He shrugged. “Like you’re with, with me.”