When Night Falls
“Scarlett grumbled, scrambling to keep up with Hunter’s long strides.
“What kind of friend would I be if I let you stay home, watching reruns of Pretty Candles—”
“Sixteen Candles!” she corrected, knowing he knew, but was deliberately saying it wrong to get a rise out of her.
He continued as though she hadn’t spoken, “And crocheting like your grandmother on your seventeenth birthday? You need some fun before you’re a boring adult.”
“That is fun!” she protested.
“If you’re, like, ninety.”
She ignored the jab. “I don’t like the bright lights, or the loud music, or the smell. I think the smell is the worst.”
“It’s sweat and sex! What’s not to like?”
“Um, the sweat and sex part?”
“That’s the best part. Besides,” he grinned down at her, “you need to show off that new dress.”
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