Chapter 31 Tessa

• Greg and I have fallen into a new routine.
• We're not driveway buddies any longer—we're in each other's houses. In each other's lives. Twining around each other like vines, gripping tight and taking root and never once acknowledging out loud what we're doing.
• He drives me to and from every shift at Sofi Cafe now. Three days ago, he took my measurements for my own set of leathers, and as his knuckles grazed me as he wrapped the measuring tape around my waist, my hips, my ribs, we both kept silent. Focused on our task.