I glance over my shoulder at the beach, the bonfire, and the heaving crowd around it, then back to Aiden. There's nothing for me tonight but a boring night at home ignoring my mother's disapproval. And he said there's no drugs out there.
"No drugs? No pills, or weed, or anything?" I say, wishing I could mask the desperate wanting in my voice.
"None." He's emphatic.
I swallow. "Okay." I nod and try not to return the smile that breaks on his face. "But I've only got a couple hours before my curfew." Lies. I have over four hours. But he doesn't need to know that—and I want a reason to bail if I need one.
Aiden nods, then waves a hand toward the dunes. "Pick your vantage point."
I stare at him a second, wondering how smart it is to turn my back. But I know I'm being paranoid, so I turn and trudge back around the corner to the dune grasses.
