My Brother's Best Friend
His chuckle slides over my skin, and before I know it, I’m drifting into the darkness of the night.
The gentle jerking of my shoulder wakes me. When I sit up, I’m looking out over a field, the warm sun heating my skin. I blink once, twice, and then look over to see Cade sliding off the tailgate. “Your brother hasn’t stopped calling,” he says.
I rub my head and then remember everything that happened last night. I instantly feel like I’m a hundred degrees, and I try to hide my blush with my hair.