Daphne
After talking with my parents for a few minutes, I pick up my school stuff from the table and head upstairs to my room so I can study in peace.
I close the door behind me, leaning against it while I collect my thoughts, my mind racing back to Micah and everything we’d done.
And maybe I wouldn’t have been so quick to allow him in at all—not into my home or my panties—except … there’d been something in his eyes when he’d come to the door. I hope I haven’t made a mistake.
He’d said I know the real him.
That he misses me.
And probably most importantly—he remembers me.
The weirdly forged bond that we formed all those years ago had finally been remembered by him today. I’ve felt it all along; an invisible tether between us. As of today, I’m almost positive he feels it, too.
But we hadn’t had time tonight for him to explain how he got all banged up, or to give me any information about whatever promise he’d made to Alora. I still don’t understand why he didn’t try to explain it to me beforehand. It irritates me that he’d shown up to the dance with Alora and kissed her in front of the whole school like they’d been together all along. Because he made some sort of promise to her?
I can’t imagine what would have caused him to do any of it.
In my back pocket, my phone vibrates, jarring me from my musings. Drawing in a breath, I pull it out, thumbing it open. My heart immediately skips when I see it’s Micah who’s texted.
Daph’s Dream Dick:Hey. I’m still here.
Me:What?
I quickly dart from my room to my parents’ where I can see out a window at the front of the house. Scanning our driveway and the curb in front of the house, I frown. I don’t see any sign of him.
Daph’s Dream Dick:My SUV is parked out of sight, down the road.
Daph’s Dream Dick:I don’t feel like we were done talking.
Me:That’s because we got distracted.
Daph’s Dream Dick:I won’t apologize for that.
I worry my lip with my teeth. I’d welcomed his touch. Couldn’t resist.
Me: Me neither.
Daph’s Dream Dick:Do you think you can get out of the house?
Me:Maybe?
I grit my teeth. We need to talk, that much is abundantly clear. It’s not like I was focusing on my homework up here anyway.
Me:Okay. Meet me in the backyard.
I pull a dark hoodie over my T-shirt, look down at myself and shrug. He was all over me half an hour ago, so I doubt he cares what I’m wearing. As quietly as I can, I creep down the stairs to the main floor, only pausing to sidestep a floorboard in the hallway that I know is squeaky. The living room is dimly lit by the TV and from the voices on the show, I can tell my parents are watching Outlander. They also seem to be munching on some popcorn or something equally crunchy.
Taking a second to calm my breathing, I sneak in the opposite direction to the basement stairs. Once at the bottom, I heave a sigh of relief, then escape out the basement door. The night is pitch-black at this hour and clouds hide any moonlight.
“Psst.”
I follow the sound, my eyes adjusting as Micah steps from the shadows. “Hey,” I breathe out.
“Hey.” He takes my head between both of his hands, tilting my face up to him. His thumbs sweep over my cheekbones as he lowers his mouth to brush a kiss over my lips. He edges back, looking into my eyes with a furrow in his brow. “You’re shaking.”
“I’ve never snuck out of the house before. I almost had a heart attack,” I whisper-shout. I give him a little grin so he knows I’m joking. Sort of.