GENRE: YA SECRET
Every time I visit my boyfriend, I have to ignore the house next door. The one my family moved out of, because even after Mom replaced the carpet upstairs, we couldn’t stop smelling the blood that had seeped in deeper. We couldn’t figure out how to fill with three people what once overflowed with six.
And anyway, we couldn’t afford it.
I focus on Ryan’s green door, on how my arm is just long enough to wrap around Ryan’s waist, and that’s it. He always walks like he has somewhere to be but no set time to be there, while I usually walk like I’m five minutes late. But time slows when I’m with him, so I match his pace. When we reach the porch, I turn away from my old house and kiss him until everything else slips from my mind.
“Your parents aren’t home, right?”
He grins against my lips.