Chapter 157
Nolan
The car is warm. The city lights blur past the window. Jack's hands are steady on the wheel, and I'm still thinking about what he said.
The Nolan that's his own person.
I don't know what to do with that.
Jack is an amazing guy. I don't know what to do with the fact that I like him. I like him a lot.
He glances at me. The streetlights catch his face, shadows and gold, and he looks like something out of a dream I didn't know I was allowed to have.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"No." I look out the window. The city is alive around us—restaurants still lit, people walking home, couples holding hands. "You said something right. I just don't know what to do with it."
Jack doesn't answer immediately. He slows the car, pulls into a parking spot along the street, and cuts the engine.
"Then let's not go home yet," he says.
I look at him.
"What?"
"You heard me." He gets out of the car.
