Micah walks with me to the front door, 'We should go camping for your eighteenth birthday next week?' He says.
'That sounds amazing. Just you and me?' I ask.
'Just you and me,' he winks.
'Did someone say camping?' My father asks behind me.
'Micah is going to take me camping for my birthday,' I smile.
'What a wonderful idea! I'll let your mother know we will all be going camping,' he says and walks back into the house.
My shoulders slump, and I give Micah an apologetic look.
'Don't worry about it. The more, the merrier, right?' He says.
'Sure,' I sigh.
'Plus, we can always go camping together alone another time,' he smiles.
'That's true,' I say, perking up at the idea.
Micah leans in and places a gentle kiss on my cheek.
'Goodnight, Princess,' he says q
