Charlie grins back at me, as if he’s reading my mind. “With a fire?”
“A fire and whatever you want.”
“Perfect.”
Chapter Fourteen
CHARLIE
BETTER THAN A MOVIE
“Yes, Mom.”
Pulling the sweatshirt down over my head, I walk into the living room to find Brooks on the phone.
“I know. Charlie said his parents would be in town next week, so we’ll have you over for dinner then.”
He smiles at me as I grab a bag of popcorn from the pantry and pop it into the microwave.
“He’s good. Really good.”
Based on the one side of this conversation I’m getting, I know what they’re talking about.
“We’re uh, actually, uh…”
What? I think to myself. I want to hear how this sentence is going to end.
“Dating.”
I turn around to face him, and the low drone of the microwave isn’t enough to cover up the screams of Brooks’s mother.
Spinning on his heel, Brooks has the phone away from his ear with a smile on his face.
A huge smile. One that tells me he’s okay with his parents knowing this.
“We can talk more about it later, Mom. I need to go.”
I ignore the beep of the microwave and close the distance between the two of us.
“Love you too. Bye.”
Wrapping my arms around Brooks’s waist, I press a kiss to the side of his neck. “What was that all about?”
“I think you know.” Brooks squeezes me back.
“We’re dating, huh?”
Forget butterflies. It has lovebirds threatening to burst out of my chest.
“It feels appropriate for what we’re doing. Mom will probably grill us with questions, but she is happy. I give it approximately twenty minutes before your mom is calling you to confirm the story.”
“Twenty?” I nod, burying my still huge smile into his neck. “You underestimate our moms.”
“Well,”—Brooks’s warm breath ghosts the shell of my ear—“I told Hunter we were seeing each other too.”
I laugh as I break out of his arms to get the popcorn, ignoring the cool air that sweeps in at the loss of him. “And how did that conversation go?”
“He asked me what my intentions were.”
