Page 21 of More Than My Hometown

Emily

Checking to see how the lunch bombing went!

Did he take you right there in the camping section, knocking everything over and making a mess in a seriously epic make-out session?

Since I haven’t heard from you, I’m going to assume that epic make-out session turned into a no pants dance and y’all have scarred poor Dennis for life! Lol

But seriously, LMK how it all went, and if you actually got him to talk

I scoff, rolling my eyes at my cousin. She is the only person I know who can manage to use the term no pants dance well into our thirties. Sighing, I try to figure out what to say, my thumbs moving across the screen slowly, typing and retyping as I carefully choose my words.

I’m all but ready to hit send when a heavy knock on the door startles me. I drop my phone, the device hitting the carpet with a heavy thud. Looking over at the door, I wonder why Emily didn’t just call. Her follow-up texts didn’t come in that long ago, so I can’t believe she’s that anxious to know what went down that an in-person visit was required.

Unless it’s not her.

No, has to be. She’s the only one who knows where I’m staying. Other than my parents. And they are definitely not doing a drive-by.

The heavy knock starts up again, this time more rapidly. Fine, fine.

“I’m coming!” I holler, marching over to the door. “Keep your pants on, Em⁠—”

I throw the door open and stop. Because staring back at me, backlit from the single street lamp, rain-soaked, and breathing heavy, isn’t my cousin.

It’s Ewan.