“God, I wish I had a lot of alcohol right now.”
I say it with a laugh so he knows it’s a half-joke, but Taylor throws his arms around me so hard I stagger backwards. I hug him back, rocking him back and forth.
Just a few weeks ago I was a loser who barely graduated high school and had nothing to worry about. Now I’m kissing a boyfriend who won’t tell me his secrets, having rumors spread about me back home, and thinking about how to tell Dad about all this when I should just be enjoying this silence.
“Fuck it,” I say. “Just fuck everyone. Let’s go swimming.”