chapter twenty-two
MORGAN
I’m horrified! Not that Will just confessed to having feelings and wanting a relationship with me, but because I dunked him with saliva and water.
“Oh my gosh! Will, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he says, as he dries his face. “I probably shouldn’t have said that while you were drinking.”
“You-you just caught me by surprise.” Spitting on the man that just expressed interest in me is probably the dorkiest thing that I’ve ever done. Lanie would smugly inform me that I’m a lost cause.
“I’m good.” He nods and his clear green eyes burn into mine. “Was the thought of actually dating so painful?”
“Will, I—”
The door swings shut with a bang and a short man with tan skin and a twirly moustache swaggers into the house. He looks to be about forty years old, not much yo
