I don’t let myself overthink his words, wanting to keep my head level and clear. When we first kissed, I knew right then you were worth jumping in with both feet and taking a risk.” “I swear to god, someone is going to swoop in and take my man card for this shit, but I felt them with you. “Remember when we were talking about our exes? About the lack of fireworks?” I like you, Zach-a lot-but what if this doesn’t work out? What if we jump in too soon?” I know I shouldn’t put that all on you, but you’re kind of the reason I’m scared. I take a deep breath and push out the answer I know is right, even though my head is saying otherwise. I’m so scared to label this, which is stupid, I know. “Are you saying you’re wanting to see other people?” “Are you saying we aren’t dating?” he says before I can say anything. My phone lights up with a call from Zach. Me: Oh, awkward…I’m talking about meeting the family and we’re not even officially a couple. We just spent many nights just the two of us because my mom was a hardworking single lady and she wasn’t searching for a man to put a ring on it because she. That makes me sound like a dick and unappreciative of all my mom did. Me: Okay, so I shouldn’t say fending for ourselves. My mom worked at the hospital so it was usually just us two fending for ourselves. “Zach: Are you close with your brother? He’s partially to blame for the wrong number thing, isn’t he? “Did you really just…” Laughter consumes me and I’m rolling to my back and covering my face in embarrassment…for him. “Your special Hufflepuff-only chamber of secrets.”

We’re lying face to face in the middle of the bed, the blanket draped over our waists, grinning at each other like fools. I shouldn’t gravitate toward him like I do.īut I can’t help it. I should be weirded out that Zach’s in my bed. I don’t hesitate to match his movements-though I probably should. He smirks as he slides in, getting as close to me as possible. “About?” he asks, standing on the other side. I do my best to straighten the covers before pulling back my side and climbing in. I grin and shake my head as I make my way to my bed. “You think my Harry Potter underwear are hot?” I nod. “Why did I have to wear this pair today? Why?” Zach glances down at his underwear and hangs his head.

I only allow full-fledged Hufflepuffs in there.” “If you think you’re going to Slytherin to my bed with those on, you’re wrong. “Releasing me, he backs up and strips off his shirt then shucks his jeans.

Let's Get Textual by Teagan Hunter