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My eyelids flutter shut as his hand travels down s it down a little and slips his fingers inside ainst the cyin my ears
He les to say so and I force azes lock, and for a second I think he’s going to break up with me because he looks terrified and conflicted and completely torn apart on the inside
"I love you," he whispers
I swear to God time stops
"I love you, too," I say with zero hesitation
He starts to smile but it quickly fades, and then his lips connect with mine He kisses me, caresses my body, drinks me in until my head becomes so cloudy I can barely remember my name It’s the perfect birthday One I know I’ll reuy I want to be with forever finally said he loves me
When I openin the backseat with a piece of paper onaway the disorientation, I sit up and take the note off my head
Dear Sleepyhead,
Once you wake your lazy ass up, meet us out in the tent area
Delilah
Shaking my head, I ball the note up and stuff it away in my pocket The car is parked at the outskirts of a dirt field that’s packed with people flocking toward a e set up near the forest line There are drums and amps and every other musical instrument that hts strung along the front The sun is intoxicatingly warm, and it s sticky There’s no one else inside the car with s wrong with being here, like the sight of the dru as the sun ca up in the backseat of a car I’ve only rode in once Soup, sla thumps, and I start to take deeper breaths as I veer towards hyperventilation I don’t knohat’s about to happen next, whether I’ll lose control, think of Landon tooirrational
There’s only one thing that can et me back on track I take out htly settlingreturns to norer I look at it, the e to open it, ain Get an understanding I don’t, though, and once the five minutes pass I turn offto the edge of the seat, I tuck the phone into my pocket, work the lock up, and cli the elastic froles as I start the hike across the field The at with excite roups of people s beers I have no idea where the tent area is or if there’s even such a thing as a tent area
Forty-eight… forty-nine… fifty…
My head is hurting The air is spicy and sticky and sap in the crowd, turning in a circle, trying to get ht… fifty-nine…
My heart throbs, and I placefa to be too much, and I’ve been out of the car for a whole three et like this, be overwhelmed by people and the fact that I have no idea what’s about to happen in the next second My hts of Landon and …
"Hey" The sound of Quinton’s voice blankets aroundinsanity It’s the rab on to it with everything I have in raze e quietness surfaces in h weed My hand falls frole s around his eyes, not fro stoned but fro out on the side of his head He has a half-finished beer in his hand, and a pack of cigarettes are poking out of the front pocket of his T-shirt
"You look tired," I call out over the voices of the people around us
"I’ in toward my ear His breath smells like beer He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear "I don’t like car rides… And I can’t sleep when I’ not to breathe in his scent, but it’s i, then"
Shaking his head, he steps back and motions around us "And miss all this fun?"
I frown at the crowd as I refastena few strands loose to frame my face I reach for the cherry ChapStick I carry in my back pocket "It’s really noisy," I coh hooded eyes, but I’ to blaue slips out of his mouth to wet his lips, and then he tips his head back and takes a sip of the beer, his neckas he ss "It’s supposed to be full of noise and chaos"