Crescendo, Hush 2 - Webnode

to be patient, but my curiosity kept getting in the way. I knew
nothing about the private, intimate details of Patch’s life, like the
color of paint on his walls. If his can opener was electric or
manual. The brand of soap he showered with. If his sheets were
cotton or silk.
“Let me guess,” I said. “You live in a secret compound buried
in the underbelly of the city.”
“Angel.”
“Are there dishes in the sink? Dirty underwear on the floor?
It’s a lot more private than my place.”
“True, but the answer’s still no.”
“Has Rixon seen your place?”
“Rixon is need-to-know.”
“I’m not need-to-know?”
His mouth twitched. “There’s a dark side to need-to-know.”
“If you showed me, you’d have to kill me?” I guessed.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
“Close enough. What time’s curfew?”
“Ten. Summer school starts tomorrow.” That, and my mom
had practically taken a part-time job finding opportunities to
drop the knife between me and Patch. If I’d been out with Vee, I
could say with absolute certainty that my curfew would have
stretched to ten thirty. I couldn’t blame my mom for not trusting
Patch—there was a point in my life when I’d felt similarly—but it
would have been extremely convenient if every now and then
she relaxed her vigilance.
Like, say, tonight. Besides, nothing was going to happen.
Not with my guardian angel standing inches away.