Shea’s P.O.V.
The drive home was a blur. Concentrating on the road was impossible. I could only daydream of the incredible night I had with Dakota. He was mine, and I was his. That’s what matters. Can your face hurt from smiling nonstop? He makes me so happy. Someone will be excited when she hears this, my mom. I couldn’t wait to tell her.
I pulled up into the driveway and headed into the house. My mom was sitting at the kitchen table when I got there.
“Good morning, honey. How is Dakota doing?” she greeted me.
A huge smile was on my face, “He’s doing great.”
She c****d her head at me with a confused, “OK, why are you so happy?”
I took a seat at the table and continued smiling.
“Are you going to tell me, or am I going to force it out of you?” my mom asked, getting impatient.
“Dakot
