“Are you sure he won’t mind?” I whispered as Easton led me further into the mobile home owned by Tanner.
“I am sure it is better than the alternative of watching me pout.” I smirked at his words as he kept his fingers interlaced with my own while he brought me through the living room and reached for a lamp set on a basic corner table at the furthest section of the room. When the illumination surrounded us, I found myself suddenly claustrophobic at the state of this residence. I was not one to care for quaint homes as I believed deeply that a home is not an address but a feeling, but the extension of alcohol bottles left for the homes of ants and other creepy crawlies alike, I was not exactly comfortable. I could tell that this was noted by Easton as he made an attempt to clean so I would
