She takes a deep breath, and I love the look of shock on her face. It’s as if she can’t believe I want to kiss her.
Kissing her is the bare minimum I want to do to her.
“Text me, roomie.”
She’s all kinds of fumbling, trying to reach for her phone with her mouth still parted. When she unlocks her phone, she stares back at me. “I don’t have your number, do I?”
I glance over at her, my lips quirking at the side. “It hasn’t changed.”
Then I drive off, unsure what I just did or how this will play out.
But I’m bursting at the seams with excitement.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
The Cousins
Skyye
it’s moving day!
Skyye
why am I always the one to text first.
Skyye
and y’all take forever to answer.
Flint
because you’re still a kid and have no real responsibilities.
Flint
we are busy young men with girls coming for us at every turn, hockey to play, and we have to cook for ourselves now since Mom isn’t here to do it.
Skyye
I am not a kid. I have a job and parents to care for.
Flint
aren’t they supposed to take care of you?
Ash
I don’t like that Mom is moving in with Dean. Why can’t we find a nice little apartment for her?
Skyye
because it’s tourist season and NOTHING is available. Trust, we looked.
Flint
I looked too.