“Who is calling you right now?” he groans. “I’m going to kill them.”
I giggle, reaching over to my nightstand and grabbing my phone. “It’s my mom,” I tell him right before answering. “Hello?”
“Hey, sweetie. We are on our way up to grab Kyle.” My eyes bulge out of my head, and I fly off of my bed, spinning around to face Matt as blood rushes to my brain. “Just wanted to make sure you were up and moving.”
“Shit,” I curse, and my mom chuckles. “Yeah, you’re on your way up. I’ll see—I’ll see you in just a second.”
“Okay. Love you?—”
I hang up the phone, panic overtaking me, and once again, I feel like a teenager, but this time getting caught by her parents with a boy in her room.
“Stay in here. My parents are coming up to get Kyle. They watch him every now and then for granddog time.”
Matt is grinning ear to ear as I panic, stripping out of my pajamas and throwing on leggings and a hoodie. He is far too calm right now.
“You’re cute when you’re worried.”
He watches me like I’m his own personal entertainment, and I walk over, grabbing the pillow he’s lying on and pulling it out from under him.
“Get up. Hide in the closet or something,” I order him, feeling far too flustered this early in the morning. A knock sounds on the door. “Oh God, too late. Just … stay in here.”
He clicks his tongue. “So, what, only you get to meet the parents? Hypocrite.”
“You are damn near naked in my apartment right now, in my bed. Much different circumstances, don’t you think!?” I scoff, throwing my hair into a ponytail as I race out of my room to the front door. “Coming!”
Matt chuckles, but I ignore him, reaching the door a moment later and pulling it open, suddenly realizing how out of breath I am.
My parents both look at me with a welcoming smile, but then their gazes fall to my sweatshirt, confusion twisting their features. My little shit head brother laughs at me, pointing and smiling.
“What, uhh”—her finger air-circles my top, and I glance down to see what she’s pointing at—“is going on there?”
The tag of my sweatshirt is sticking out of the neck … because I have it on backward. “Oh. Umm, I got dressed in the dark.” I cringe, my left arm twitching with pain, probably because I putit to work far too fast this morning and didn’t warm it up. Great, that is going to hurt, like, all day.
My mom giggles, and my dad looks behind me, his eyes widening as Kyle groans and whines at Matt in the bedroom.
“Who is Kyle whining at?”
Shit. Kyle, you’re ruining this.
Matt walks out of the room, Kyle on his heels, but thankfully, he’s now dressed in his suit and not just flaunting everything he’s got across my apartment.
Closing my eyes, I step back and let them come inside while I accept the fact that everyone is meeting today. “Mom, Dad, Teagan. This is?—”
“Holy shit. Matt MacArthur.” Teagan gasps, and my dad smacks him on the back of the head.
“Language, Teagan,” my dad scolds him.
Matt walks up, a giant smile on his face, with confidence for days. “It’s so great to meet all of you.”
My mom clutches her invisible pearls, eyeing me with parted lips. “Shay, you didn’t tell us you had company.”
I glare at her. “I am now. Meet Matt, my …” I glance over at Matt, who is beaming with adoration in his eyes. “My boyfriend.”
His lips part as he sucks in a breath, tipping his head in the slightest nod.
“And player,” my dad mumbles. “Is that … allowed?”
I roll my eyes at the immediate concern for my job. “It’s a work in progress.”
