Me: You’re the fucking worst.
Luna Girl: And now you’re hard. Byeeee.
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luna
“Are you sure he’s coming?” I asked Dirks as we stepped out of his apartment, our luggage in tow.
“He said he was. You didn’t talk to him?”
“I texted him. Told him what time to meet us here. I haven’t seen him since... ”
Dirks reached out and gave my shoulder a quick squeeze before taking my suitcase from me without asking. “He’s different from us. He doesn’t need to be around to know you love him.”
I blinked. My chest went tight.
“B-but I haven’t said that. Not to him. Not to you either. I haven’t told either of you that I?—”
Dirks stopped walking, and we stood in the middle of his hallway, surrounded by builder-grade carpet, humming fluorescent lights overhead, and zero natural light. It was the least romantic place on earth.
Still, he turned toward me. His blue eyes locked on mine as he dropped his suitcase and let go of mine. One step closer, and his hands were at my waist.
“Luna, I’ve loved you since the moment you walked into my life. I loved you because ofwhoyou are. I loved you even more when you moved back out here to watch me play my final season. I love every messy, wild, perfect inch of you.”
I swallowed hard. “We’re really doing this in a hallway?”
Dirks snorted. “Yeah, Lune. We are.”
I nodded, blinking fast, trying to clear the emotion threatening to clog my throat. “I love you, Dirks.”
He leaned down and kissed me deeply, slipping his hands down to my hips.
When we finally pulled apart for breath, I grinned up at him. “I’m not wearing panties under this skirt.”
His brow lifted, interest sparking immediately. I looked down at myself—at the flowy pink and yellow maxi skirt I’d paired with a cropped yellow sweater and thick winter boots. The outfit screamed sunshine. Theintentionsunderneath it didn’t.
“We’re going to my mom’s house, and you’re not wearing panties?”
I slid my hands up the back of his neck, fingers teasing under the collar of his coat. “I thought you’d want to sneak it in if things got... stressful.”
“Luna . . . ”
He lifted the hem of my skirt to bare the tops of my thighs and leaned forward, pushing me against the wall.
Someone cleared their throat, and we both jumped and yanked apart like teenagers caught in the act.
“Oh, thankfuck—it’s just you,” I said with a laugh.
Jeremy stood at the end of the hallway, arms crossed, wearing a look that screamedunimpressed.
“You guys are fucking gross,” he muttered.
I smirked and walked over to him slowly, watching the way his eyes followed every step I took. “You heard it?”
“All of it.”
He flicked his gaze past me to Dirks, jaw ticking once. “Good for you, man.”
