I frown, agreeing with her words yet finding them distasteful. “So what you’re suggesting is a rebound?”
She nods. “So to speak.”
I don’t know how I feel about the word rebound. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. “What does that mean? One night?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “It means whatever we want it to mean.”
I want it to mean more than it implies.
“Just think about it.” She fidgets, shifting on her feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Before I can come up with a response that will get her to stay, she’s jogging down the steps and disappearing into the night. I should tell her no, tell her to find someone else, but the thought of her rebounding with anyone but me is intolerable. It’s too late to run. She’s crawled into the dark space in my chest and struck a match.