“I wish you’d come with me,” he says into the firelight.
“Where?” I’ve already followed him to the top of the world. It’s surprisingly warm here, in his arms by the fire, with snow flurries dusting the air around us. The temperature must’ve dropped, but I don’t feel it.
“One little sip,” he says. “So you can relax and be free.”
Oh. “Sorry. Peer pressure doesn’t really work on me.” That much is true. I’ve never even been tempted before. It’s never really been a thing for me at all.
“You’re not even a little bit curious?” He sounds amazed, disbelieving.
A part of me is curious as hell, and I’m already on the outs with God, so there’s no coherent logic to my resistance.
“I’m happy being here with you.”
“If you come with me, we won’t be here anymore.”
Stay with me, I want to counter. “Then what if we both disappear?”
“Maybe it would be perfect,” he says. “Maybe it would be beautiful.”