She lifted her gaze to the empty window. “Good. Now, why don’t you go spend the night with him? I’ll be having surgery in a couple days, and I would like to know that you haven’t been up for the past forty-eight hours, agonizing about me.”
“But—”
She lightly pushed me off the bed. “Go, Mia.” She smiled. “I love you.”
CHAPTER30
MIA
“So, your mother?” Michael asked on our way back to his house.
The moon was glowing brightly up above, and I watched it as we drove down the desolate streets.
“Does she know?”
I took a deep breath through my nose and nodded. “Yes, and so does Serena.”
He paused and stopped at a stoplight, glancing over at me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made it obvious.”
I grasped his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his. “It’s okay. I don’t mind them knowing.”
I pulled away and tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Part of me wanted to just say those three little words to him right then and there, but I stopped myself. What if he didn’t feel the same way yet? What if it was too soon?
“It’s Melissa that I’m worried about,” I said instead of confessing the feelings I had for him.
We sat in silence for the rest of the drive. I bounced my knees up and down, thinking about when it would be a good time to say it. I didn’t have the slightest clue about how I should act in a normal relationship.
Michael pulled into his driveway, bright, blinding headlights lighting up the dark. And my stomach dropped almost immediately. Parked right in her usual spot was Melissa’s car.
“I thought you said Melissa wasn’t going to be here?” I whispered to him, my heart pounding against my chest.
Michael parked his car next to hers, cut the lights, and arched a brow. From the lights in the backyard, I could tell that Melissa was out in the back, probably in the pool with Victor.
“She didn’t tell me she would be.”
“We should leave,” I said.
What would happen if she found me with her father? I didn’t have an excuse for being here. I could probably think of something, but not anything believable.
Michael stared at me from the driver’s seat and leaned closer. “Oh, come on, Mia. It’s not like we haven’t snuck around before.” He slipped his hand between my legs and massaged my clit through my shorts.
And if I said it didn’t turn me on, I’d be lying.
He moved closer until his lips were next to my ear, and then he slipped his fingers into my shorts, rubbing my pussy. “I know it excites you, Mia.”
“It doesn’t,” I said.
He chuckled so menacingly in my ear. “Take off your shirt.”
“Michael, no—”
“Take it off now, Mia,” he said.
I gulped and took off my shirt, sitting in the passenger seat with just my lacy black bra on, the moonlight glistening against my breasts.
He took my shirt from me and hooked his finger around the bra strap. “This too.”
“No, Melissa will see us.”
