A blue truck honked and the guy in the passenger seat stuck his head out the window and yelled, “A ride for a ride!”
I flipped them off.
“Well, that’s new,” Skyler said.
“What? Being catcalled or me flipping them off?”
“Both,” he said. “It’s weird.”
“Weird how?”
“You’ve grown up too,” he said, and I could’ve sworn his cheeks went a little pink.
“Yes, I have.” I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans because I wanted so very badly to grab his hand, and we continued walking. I could have self-control. We were in the best place we’d been since the start of this trip and I was happy about that.