Benecio
"So when did this start?" Conrad threw his arm over my shoulder as he handed me a beer.
The fire pit cracked between us. Sparks floated up into the night air. We were seated just like this; two lawn chairs pulled close to the fire, the same setup we'd had since sophomore year when we'd sneak beers behind the bleachers. Picnic tables behind us. String lights hanging from the trees in Molly's backyard, making everything glow gold.
My legs were shot. Dancing with Dove will do that to you. Especially once he had a little bit of wine in his system. He had a different kind of stamina then.
