‘A sin?’
‘Yeah.’
I laugh once. ‘You can’t make fornication and masturbation a sin. It’s one or the other.’
She suppresses a smile as she swivels side-to-side on her chair. ‘I’d like to drink some beer.’
I never know what’s going to come out of this girl’s mouth next. ‘So drink some.’
‘My mum doesn’t drink, and I’d get a lot of questions if I just randomly came home with a six-pack of Victoria Bitter.’
She’s painfully adorable. ‘Don’t drink VB. Drink something decent.’
‘Like what?’
It’s like we’re thirteen. ‘I don’t know, anything. Crownies are always a safe bet.’
‘Okay. I’ll keep that in mind if I ever get the chance.’ She continues to watch me.
I let out a resigned breath. ‘Fine. I’ll get the beer, and I’ll drink one with you.’
‘But you don’t want to be that guy, remember? The one I rebel with?’ Her tone is teasing.
I stand up and grip the doorknob. ‘I won’t be the guy who ruins you. There’s a big difference.’ And yet the more time I spend with her, the more I want to be that person. ‘Can you meet me at the creek after dinner?’
Her eyes light up. ‘I think so.’
‘Then I guess I’ll see you later.’