“Because we don’t exist out there, Kyler. We exist in the dark. In secret texts. In parking lots after everyone’s gone home.” She laughed, but it came out wet. “I’m tired of being your ‘tonight.’ I want to be your ‘right now.’”
“Band bus left,” she said flatly.
Savannah laughed, oblivious. “Right? Kyler’s the real MVP.” She looped her arm through his. “We’re going to the after-party at the lake. You coming?”
She typed back: Go ahead. I’ll walk.
Mia’s phone buzzed.