Not that I mind.
“This time I mean it. I found the one downside to highschool dances.”
“What’s that?”
“The no-PDA rule.” She lifts onto her toes and brushes her lips against mine ever so briefly before dropping back down.
“That is a real downside.” More so now that she’s mentioned it and it’s all I can think about.
“Who would have thought the two of us would be the hottest new couple at Frost Lake?” Lacey looks dreamily at me.
My smile hitches up higher on one side. “Hottest as determined by you?”
“Of course, but am I wrong?”
“I think you’re hot enough on your own to make any guy in here part of the hottest couple in school.”
Her lips twist into a grin. “Rowan’s right. You’re full of some real romantic lines, Collins.”
I tip my head back and laugh.
“Okay.” She pulls back. “Let’s go.”
“For real?” I try to hide how excited I am, but she doesn’t miss it.
“Yes. I’ve had my fill of dancing for one night. Plus, the winter formal is in like two months.”
“Something to look forward to,” I say, already knowing I’ll be there with her—most likely in the middle of the dance floor again.
The other couples have already left, so Lacey and I head out to my Range Rover.
“Okay if we take a little detour?” I ask once we’re pulling away from the curb.
Her expression turns curious.
“It won’t take long,” I promise.
Her curiosity turns suspicious when we park in front of my house.
I don’t give her time to ask any questions before I get out and go around to the passenger side.
“I wanna show you something.” We go in through the garage. It opens into a mudroom and just beyond it down the hall is the kitchen.
I come up short when I see the lights are on ahead of us. On cue, I hear my dad moving around somewhere nearby.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
“What?”
“My dad is still home. I thought he was going out,” I say quietly and pull her with me into the coat closet. There isn’t much room, so she’s pressed up against me.
“Why do I feel like we’re breaking in?” I can hear the smile in her soft voice.
“We didn’t break anything. I have a key.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Just trust me…” I listen intently with my ear to the door, pretty sure I can hear his car keys jingling.
