The music playing on the radio died abruptly as Patrick killed the car, the air filling with a tense silence broken by the sounds of our heavy breathing…because we’d been making out like a couple of sex-crazed bunnies.
No, just kidding. But thoughts of Patrick naked and wet were flashing through my mind. A lot. This probably explained why I wasn’t looking at him, but instead at the run-down wooden house that was, in my opinion, just as large as the Windletons, though in a far sadder state of