That shit was magical.
We drove back to Reno, went to another bar that was close to my house, and had a couple more drinks. Tim walked me home around 3am and kissed me goodnight.
"I'll call you soon," he said.
"No, you'll call me tomorrow," I answered. "I don't play fuckin' games."
Yep. I said that. I really liked him. And I knew he really liked me.
The following day, I moved back into my mom's place for the summer while I figured out my next move. After unpacking, I called Tim. He was grabbing a beer with a friend so I met up with him. We got dinner, walked around Downtown, then he showed me his place. I went home super late that night because I had to nanny early the next day.