Jack stepped back just enough to let the warm air from inside drift out into the sunlit porch. Whitney tilted her head, peering past him. “Did I… catch you at…
Jack led the way, his hand cradling Chasity’s lower back while Darla’s fingers laced with his on the other side. The soft hush of their bare feet on the tile…
"Damn, it's hot," Whitney said, fanning herself with a flyer for the upcoming Labor Day Block Party. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, glistening with the sweat of a…