Page 71 of Ghost

When our mouths parted, I began to cry.

He wiped my tears away and looked into my eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Number two on my list,” I blubbered. “I did it.”

“We did it,” he said.

I couldn’t wait to tell my mother and George. My father would shit a complete brick, but I didn’t care. He’d have to find a way to get over it.

“I can’t wait to tell George,” I blurted.

“Can we tell him together?” he asked.

As far as I was concerned, we needed to start doing everything together. Except for pooping. Pooping was an alone activity, even if I was in love.

I nodded eagerly. “When do you want to?”

He looked at his watch. “How about now?”

“What time is it?”

His mouth twisted into a smirk. “He closes in fifteen minutes.”

It was twenty-five minutes away, maybe more, depending on traffic. “Guess it’s a good thing I fell in love with a getaway driver,” I said. “You want to show me how you earned that nickname, Ghost?”