LORI
The second he said “no,” I said “yes.” I didn’t even wait for him to finish the sentence. He could’ve said, “No, I’m allergic to moonlight,” and I still would’ve dragged him out into the moonlight.
“You’re not serious,” Jason groaned, eyes wide as I yanked my dress down over my hips, tied my sneakers tight, and grabbed the picnic bag I’d packed like a maniac the second he agreed to let me ‘take him out.’ Okay, ‘agreed’ is generous. He said, “Fine, whatever,” but that’s practically a love confession coming from him.
“You’re gonna love it,” I said, twirling once in my sundress because yeah, I wore a sundress at night. I wasn’t trying to be logical. I was trying to be cute. “You’re not even allowed to complain.”
He leaned on the doorway with that lazy smirk, helmet in hand, jacket sl
