“I’m good. You?”
“Can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Really?” I can almost hear the smile in her voice.
“Really.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you either. Though I could kill you for this morning.”
“What did I do?”
“You knew my mom was still in the house didn’t you?” she asks.
Oops. Busted. “So what if I did?”
“Do you have any idea how humiliated I was this morning? It was awful, Logan.”
I laugh softly. “Do you hate me?”
She pauses, and I hear her sigh on the other end, her voice softening. “I could never hate you.”
“That’s good to hear. So, you busy tonight?” I ask.
“Well, I was contemplating washing my hair, or reorganising my underwear draw…” she trails off.
“Need any help? I’d certainly enjoy getting a look into your draws.” I shake my head at my lame ass attempt at a joke. I can do better, but it’s the best I’ve got right now.
“Wooow…” she draws out, giggling. “I walked right into that one didn’t I? I’m not busy. Why do you ask?”
“Let me cook you dinner tonight at my house.” What am I even saying? I don’t do all this wining and dining romantic crap, so why now?
Why Amy?
“That would be nice,” she says.
“I’ll pick you up around seven?”
“Perfect.”
She hangs up, and when she does, I toss my phone onto the desk and run a hand through my hair.
What is this girl doing to me?
∞∞∞
A few hours later, I’m knocking on Amy’s front door, running a hand through my hair and straightening my shirt. I expect Amy to be the one to answer it, but it’s her mom instead, and without realising it, my spine automatically straightens.
“Logan, come on in,” she welcomes with a smile, stepping aside to allow me through. “Amy’s getting ready, she shouldn’t be too long. Would you like a drink?”
“No, thank you, I’m alright,” I reply.
“May I speak with you in the kitchen?”
“Of course.”
Fuck, why am I so nervous? I feel like a teenager all over again, meeting the parents of the girl I’m dating for the first time as I try to make the best impression possible. I adjust my jacket as I follow Madeline into the kitchen.
She turns to me, leaning against the marble counter top as I stand opposite her. “Logan, I’m going to be straight with you. I know what’s going on between you and my daughter and to be quite honest, I’m worried.”
