The drive to Madison's mansion was different this time. Instead of sitting like some proper rich girl with perfect posture, she was practically glued to my side, her arms wrapped around my right arm while I drove with one hand like some kind of professional chauffeur.
"You know what's crazy?" Madison said, her head resting on my shoulder while I navigated through the wealthy part of town where every house looked like a fucking museum.
"What's crazy?" I asked, feeling her warmth against me and thinking about how surreal this whole day had been.
"This," she said, squeezing my arm tighter. "Us just... talking about normal shit instead of your supernatural sex god destiny or my family's money drama."
