(Michelle POV)
Monday morning felt… different.
Like the air was charged.
Like every inhale was laced with anticipation.
Like the stupid giggles trapped in my throat would explode if someone poked me too hard.
A kiss.
On Friday night.
A completely unexpected, very un-Steven unplanned, unrestrained kiss.
Then the flirting.
Then the messages the other night — my flirty messages — and Steven's adorable meltdown through text.
Then the "I love you."
Our first.
My heart burst again just remembering it.
I practically floated around the house brushing my hair, choosing lip gloss, agonizing over sweaters, reminding myself that Mama already went to do zoomba with her zoombamates and Papa was already at the company and that I wouldn't have to explain my overly pink cheeks.
Thank. God.
Then a notification buzzed.
Steven: I'm outside.
Oh no.
Oh yes.
