You can’t do this.
I ignore the warning in my head, grab her hand, throw some money on the table, and practically run out of the bar. When we get to the door, the storm is hitting hard and it’s pouring outside.
“Climb on up,” I tell Jade as I turn around and give her my back.
“A piggy-back ride?” she asks, but she’s grinning like it’s Christmas morning.
“You got it, princess.” She hops on, and I raise her up as her arms come around my shoulders and I hold on to her thighs. “Wouldn’t want you getting your pretty feet muddy.”
“Getting dirty doesn’t bother me.” Her lips press against my neck, and I swear my knees get a little weak.
I dart out the door and into the warm rain. The drops echo as I go and drown out all the voices in my head telling me how wrong this is. That I shouldn’t tak
