I have the bone-deep feeling I'm going to be fucking embarrassed soon. It's not as strong, though, as the instinct to lean into her, gut twisting with desire. Reaching for her comes just as naturally, hands settling tentatively at her waist.

"Yours," I say, not quite a question. I can't quite trust the hope that maybe it's exactly what it sounds like and Faye's got it into her head she needs company for the night, that she's picked me because I'm the dumb schmuck lucky enough to be standing here. On the off chance that's true, though, then her place is going to be closer. "I'm way out in the middle of nowhere."