“Mmmm… I don’t mind trying anyway,” I replied, kissing the other corner of her mouth.
“Okay.”
I took the guitar out of her lap and laid it on the bed beside her before pulling her into my lap. Burying my hands in her hair, I devoured her lips.
Eva
Cage: What are you wearing?
I laughed as I read the text Cage had just sent me. He’d made sure to get my cell phone number before we got home Sunday night.
Me: Nothing
Smiling, I waited for him to respond.
Cage: Fuck. The lake, now.
I covered my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Daddy was in the house somewhere. I hadn’t seen him since dinner.
Me: You know I can’t. Daddy’s still awake.
Cage: the barn then?
I walked over to the window and stared out into the dark to see the single light on in the back of the barn.
Me: bad idea too.
Cage: I disagree.
Me: You would. Good night
Cage: It could be better.
The grin on my face seemed to be permanently there lately. Daddy even noticed it earlier during dinner. I wanted to tell him all about Cage but I’d never be able to do that. He would never accept Cage and he’d probably fire him. I didn’t want to be the cause of Cage losing his scholarship. Besides, he’d be leaving in a little over a month. The summer would end and our time together would just be a memory. I was having to remind myself of that more and more. Getting attached to Cage was bad. He had been the key to my healing. He’d forced me to get over things. No one had pushed me before him. I’d always cherish him for that.
Flopping down on the bed the happiness I’d felt had suddenly vanished. I didn’t like facing the facts about Cage. And as sweet as Low was I hated that she would never have to lose him. He’d always be there when she needed him. I envied that.
A knock on my door broke into my melancholy thoughts. “Eva girl, you awake?” Daddy called out.
“Yeah, come on in,” I replied.
He eased the door open and stepped inside. He always looked so out of place in my room. He rarely stepped foot in it.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, crossing his arms over his wide chest.
“Okay.” I hated it when he started our talks like this. It normally meant I wasn’t going to like what would follow.
“Jeremy will be leaving soon for school. Before he gets gone I want to have him and his parents over for dinner. He’s helped you every step of the way get through everything and they’re like family, even though things turned out like they did…”
I hadn’t thought of that but Daddy was right. We needed to have them over for dinner. They’d had us over so many times over the years.
“Good idea. I’ll call in the morning and set things up.”
Daddy nodded, “Alright then, well, goodnight.”
“Good night.”
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