15
I ignored my mother’s advice. Instead, I put a thin bandage over my scratch and the healing paste and put on a blouse with a more modest neckline, so Phillip couldn’t see the bandage on my shoulder.
My phone vibrated on my dresser.
Phillip: I’m outside.
A smile spread over my lips, and I practically raced to the front of the building.
A black Honda Civic was parked a little to the right of the building, right beside a bright lamp post shining down on Phillip, who was leaning against the side of the car.
I slowed my steps and forced myself to take my time, to look cool, as if I wasn’t eager to touch him and feel him after so many days.
“Hi,” I said, halting only a couple of feet from him.
“Hi.” His blue eyes ran the length of me, and I prayed I hadn’t forgotten to clean any dirt
