CHAPTER 14
WILLOW
Weston:
I don’t like sleeping in the dark.
My phone chimes with a text from Weston just a moment before two more follow it.
Weston:
That’s my truth. Now I need one from you.
Weston:
Do your parents keep cameras in their kitchen?
Willow: Um…yeah?
There are cameras in all the common areas.
We’ve had break-ins over the years.
Weston:
Your dad asked me not to suck on your fingers in his home.
Oh my God. My teeth grind as I throw the comforter off my legs and bound out of my bedroom, barreling toward the stairs. I’m ready to rain hell upon that man when my phone vibrates in my hand again.
Weston:
Please don’t tell him I told you.
I’m on my way to kick his ass, Weston.
Weston:
I don’t doubt you could, Wills. But honestly, it would just make things more awkward for me.
I roll my eyes, typing back.
He’s a stalker weirdo freak.
I’m sorry.
Weston:
I just figured I should let you know so the next time you’re planning on getting tongue-y with me you can do so in a camera-less location.
A snort rips through my throat.Tongue-y? He’s so bad at flirting, and it may just be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. The wordsnext timeset a fire deep inside my belly, and the thought of tasting his skin—touching him—again is so enticing I don’t even care that he’s a dork.
Still…I can’t believe he spied on us.
Weston:
Honestly…your parents and mine were probably watching us together.
Fucking weirdos. It’s like they’re obsessed with us.
