Elian’s hand lands on my thigh, and he gives it a squeeze as we head out onto the highway which will take us to the airport. Behind us, Black Mountain shrinks the farther away we get from it, and I wonder momentarily if we’ll ever see it again. Since Ahren has left to move to Arizona, and my aunt is thinking of moving to New York, there’s not much for the small town to come back to.
“I love you, little deviant,” Elian tells me, the confidence in his voice sending my stomach into whirls of excitement.
“And I love you, Mr. Donati,” I murmur in return, earning my leg another squeeze. Time to make new memories and break so many more rules than we’ve already done.THE END