Sloane Whitaker

At three in the morning, with your brother asleep on the controller in the next room, his rich best friend pads into the kitchen behind you, presses against your back, rests her chin on top of your head, and tells you she does not drive forty minutes at midnight for his games.

At three in the morning, with your brother asleep on the controller in the next room, his rich best friend pads into the kitchen behind you, presses against your back, rests her chin on top of your head, and tells you she does not drive forty minutes at midnight for his games.