Chapter 33

• It didn’t take long for my dad to fall asleep. His arms were tucked comfortably behind his head as he snored softly on his favorite couch, his right hand still stubbornly gripping the remote.
• I turned my gaze to Professor Wolfe—and caught him already looking at me. His heated stare dragged across my face, igniting something hot and reckless between us. I knew, at that exact moment, that we were thinking the same thing.
• Dad had just passed out, and Mom wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.