“And then you asked what I was doing Friday night.”
I glared at him. “You’re so annoying.”
“You’re embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed.” I quickly pushed him away before he could keep talking.
He fell onto his back next to me, laughing while I sat up and ran a hand through my hair.
“Seriously, though, there’s no pressure. I don’t want us rushing into something just because we finally have the chance.”
I lifted a brow. “Do you not want to?”
His stupid grin returned. “Of course, I do, but I want you to feel the same way.”
My thumb brushed over the back of his hand. “I don’t want to wait anymore. You’re the person I want to be with. To have my first time with.”
“And I want the same.”
We kissed a little longer, but I eventually had to leave. I picked up my hoodie from the floor and pulled it back on. At his door, I turned around to him and kissed him one last time. Then I left and crossed the yard toward my house, already thinking about Friday night and how far away it suddenly felt.
By eleven Friday night,I’d been off work for an hour and had already checked my phone so many times, I was starting to wonder if there was a problem with my service.
Rowan’s game started at seven, so it should have finished by nine, maybe nine-thirty. He planned to go to the party afterward, but I’d expected a text by now with an update.
Instead, my phone sat silent on the kitchen counter. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t a big deal. I checked the game’s score online, and they’d won, so he’d probably lost track while celebrating.
By eleven-thirty, I picked up my phone and sent a text:
You alive?
Three dots popped up almost immediately.
Then disappeared.
Then came back.
Finally, a message came through:
Rowan: Yeah. Had a couple beers. Can you pick me up?
I frowned at the screen.
Did you drive over there?
I did. But I can leave my car here and get it in the morning
The last thing I wanted was to show up at a football party full of guys who definitely didn’t want someone like me there. But I couldn’t leave him stranded. Plus, we had plans.
Send me your location
A few seconds later, a map with a pinned location appeared, and I grabbed my keys.
Following the directions, I turned onto the street where the house was located. Cars lined both sides of the road, but I managed to find a spot a few houses down. I pulled out my phone and sent another message:
I’m here
I waited for a response, but got nothing.
