Page 96 of Moonstruck at Midnight
Not only did I have to worry about my replies, but I also had to seem cool whenthinkingabout writing them. I wondered if William played poker often because he was doing an excellent job at keeping an expressionless semblance while he texted me. Maybe he was a professional poker player.
Me:See? I’m a fast learner.
W.S.:I also think that little freckle on your lower lip is pretty cute. I really liked kissing it.
He was pushing my limits. I bit my lower lip as I drifted into thought, but my fingers froze. I froze. I didn’t know what to respond to that. Heknewhow to make me blush—we both knew that. He just wanted to brag about it.
He turned his head down slightly to look at me, searching for my eyes, and confidently smiled once I met his gaze.
W.S.:Your skin condition is acting out. You might need to see a doctor right away.
This timeI was the one to nudge his shoulder with mine. He laughed victoriously and jerked his chin at my phone again, inviting me to answer his text. I wrinkled my nose at him and went back to texting. I had to be quick on my feet with William.
Me:I told you, it gets triggered out of nowhere. We still can’t figure out exactly why that is.
W.S.:I’m sure I can help with the research.
Me:I’m sure you can.
W.S.:Anyway, I have exciting news. Well, good and bad.
Me:Ok. Tell me all about it.
W.S.:Do you remember the Midsummer “good luck” flowers?
Me:Mhm.
W.S.:Well, the bad news is they weren’t exactly for good luck.
Me:I knew it! But Lily said it was “tradition.”
W.S.:She wasn’t lying. What you did with the flowers is one of many Midsummer traditions.
Me:So, what’s the good news?
W.S.:The good news is you are going to be my wife.
I cleared my throat. “I beg your pardon?”
“Keep to your phone,” he ordered with a laugh.
What is happening?I echoed his laugh, but mine was more of the nervous kind.
Wife.
W.S.:Allow me to explain. And let me start with the fact that we are VERY superstitious.
W.S.:The tradition consists of picking seven different kinds of flowers and putting them underneath your pillow. It is said that once you do that, you’ll dream about your future spouse that night.
Oh, my God. That was so embarrassing! I did dream about him and I told him about it on the rooftop. He was going to bully me for eternity. William laughed again when he saw me thinking about the things he just wrote.
I give up! I didn’t know what to say. I looked at him, and he said, “We wouldn’t want to anger the Gods, now would we?” His face came a little closer to mine.
“Oh, I’ll unleash their full wrath, believe me,” I taunted him as I faked self-confidence.
“We’ll see about that,” he replied, stroking my rosy cheek with the back of his finger as he slowly adjusted his seating position to get even closer to me.
His finger grazed my jaw, and his hand lazily traveled behind my neck and released my hair from the ponytail with a big smile and placed it around his wrist, just beside my green hair tie with the golden stars.
