Crescendo, Hush 2 - Webnode

“Want me to talk to her?”
“That sounds a bit The Godfather.”
“What started the war between the two of you?”
“That’s the thing. I don’t even know. It used to be over who got
the last chocolate milk in the lunch crate. Then one day in junior
high, Marcie marched into school and spray-painted ‘whore’ on
my locker. She didn’t even try to be sneaky about it. The whole
school was looking on.”
“She went postal just like that? No reason?”
“Yup.” No reason I was aware of, anyway.
He tucked one of my curls behind my ear. “Who’s winning the
war?”
“Marcie, but not by much.”
His smile grew. “Go get her, Tiger.”
“And here’s another thing. Whore? In junior high, I hadn’t
even kissed anyone. Marcie should have spray-painted her own
locker.”
“Starting to sound like you’ve got a hang-up, Angel.” He slid
his finger under the strap of my tank top, his touch sending
electricity humming along my skin. “I bet I can take your mind off
Marcie.”
A few lights were burning in the upper level of the farmhouse,
but since I didn’t see my mom’s face pressed up against any of
the windows, I figured we had some time. I unlatched my seat
belt and bent across the console, finding Patch’s mouth in the
darkness. I kissed him slowly, savoring the taste of sea salt on
his skin. He’d shaved this morning, but now his stubble rasped