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“I can’t talk about it,” I said, grateful that the lump in my throat loosened

Nate’s eyes never left mine, and I shivered when he spoke, so soft and low that I don’t think I actually heard him—I think that I read his lips “Okay”

A long shuddering breath escaped ear

“I don’t want to go ho ahead My palh it was hot as sin, I was shivering

“Just drive”

I pulled out into the road and asked, “Where?”

Nate didn’t answer He pointed when he wanted ht or left, and within ten minutes, ere on the outskirts of town I didn’t say anything because I honestly didn’t care where ent as long as I didn’t have to go back to Oak Run Plantation I couldn’t explain the feeling that pressed into my chest any more than I could explain the need to be with Nate

And that’s what this asn’t it? I didn’t want to be alone Not now Not tonight Already i my brain, and it was all I could do to keep the stupid car on the road

I didn’t want to reo back there

“Take this right,” Nate said, leaning closer as he gazed into the distance

The sun was starting to set over the trees that lined the road, and for a ated the turn When the sun disappeared n that looked like it was a hundred years old or so Faded letters spread across it, broken in places Daed and worn Kind of like me

Twin Oaks Drive-In

“Keep going,” Nate urged

A rusted gate was off to the side, and I snuck a look at hie hill His eyes were focused ahead, and I couldn’t tell if he was nervous or pissed off or…or just nothing

We crested the hill, and I saw a large screen, or rather the shell of what used to be a large screen, across a huge field littered with broken electrical or stereo hook-ups This was an ancient drive-in, kind of like the one from that movie my mom liked to watch, Grease