Heat stained my cheeks. “Oh.”
He studied my reaction and his grin turned wicked. “If we’re putting the truth out there, I have been thinking about doing very dirty things to you since the moment I moved down the hall from your bedroom.”
I burst into laughter, covering my hot face with my hands.
Was this really happening?
Gentle but strong fingers curled around my wrists and gave them a little tug. I let Micah lower them.
“Go on a date with me. Just one date.”
“I need to think about it.”
Micah winced. “Cupid, we have been overthinking this since the moment we met. Please. Just one date.”
His eyes were big and pleading.
Jesus, he was too handsome for his own good. I groaned, feeling my defenses crumble. “Okay. One date. Just one.”
Wednesday, September 22
Micah: Three days until I see you again.
Val: U’re really committed to this daily countdown thing, huh?
Micah: I’m ignoring your lack of enthusiasm.
Val: That bodes well.
Micah: Trust me, when I’m inside you, you’ll be voraciously enthused.
Val: Cocky much? Just try to make it thru the 1st (only?) date, Green.
Micah: I can’t fucking wait. And 1st of many. Definitely not only.
Thursday, September 23
Micah: Are your favorite chocolates still Ferrero Rocher?
Val: Yes. Y?
Micah: Are your favorite flowers still peonies?
Val: What r u up 2?
Micah: Peonies?
Val: Yes.
Micah: Send me a pic. I miss your face.
Val: Sent. Send me one too. I may or may not miss urs back.
Micah: You look beautiful. You always look beautiful.
Val: Thank u. U look srsly hot. Damn u.
Micah: