Taking Chances

An agonizing hour later, Matteo finally calls.

"I'm below your window," he says.

I don’t know how the hell he knows which window is mine, but I pray he's right. I’ve never snuck out before, not like this. And the second I crack the window open and peer out, my stomach flips.

It’s far. Like, break something far.

I lean out just enough to spot him—there he is, standing casually beneath my building i