1 Work in Saint Anything - Sarah Dessen
Later, Layla would hug me tightly and I’d cry again. Later, Mac would hold my hands and examine those bruises before carefully kissing each one. Later, he’d talk about how grateful he was that I hadn’t gotten hurt and he’d thank my father for keeping me safe. Later, Layla would tell me how angry he’d been on the day I’d told them that Ames was moving in and how he’d been scary quiet for days afterwards. Later, I would catch the two of them whispering in the corner, Layla’s eyes flashing like a knife. Later, he would drive Layla home for a shower and a change of clothes and return with Layla humming the song from Kill Bill, one of Mac’s knuckles split, and no explanations from either of them.
But for now, all I needed was the sound of his heart beneath my cheek and the gentle weight of his cheek on top of my head. In that moment, I didn’t realize the extent of everything that would follow in the coming weeks, but I did know that, no matter what happened, I’d be alright.