Page 51 of Sunday Morning
I grinned. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Where’s your mom?” I asked.
“She’s at the pool.”
“Have you talked to your dad?”
“My mom has. Why? Is everything okay?”
“Yep. It’s fine. Since you called me, I’m just curious if all the Cory men are as considerate as you.” I rolled my eyes. That sounded weird, even for me.
“My dad is. But I don’t think Isaac is.” Matt laughed.
“Isaac’s a little considerate. He let me take his guitar home last night.”
Oh my gosh! Am I defending Satan?
Why did I defend him? Isaac's behavior was indefensible, and I kept forgetting that I seriously disliked him.
“What did you have to do in exchange? Clean out the sheep stalls for the next week?”
“I don’t know yet. I think he’s waiting and plans on lording it over my head for the summer.” I tried to return the same laugh as if Isaac was just being Isaac and not the guy who was coveting me and writing on my boob.
“You’re probably right,” Matt said with a long sigh followed by a long pause. “I miss you,” he murmured.
“I miss you too,” I replied on instinct. He hadn’t been gone that long, so I wasn’t drowning in my tears yet.
“I can’t wait to get back and get my hands on you.”
I wasn’t sure his brother’s name would be erased from my boob. But being the pleaser that I was, I replied, “Me too.”
Our first encounter didn’t involve removing my dress, so while Matt had felt my breast over my dress, he had yet to see me fully naked.
“Is everything okay? You seem quiet.”
“I’m good. Are you good? What about your mom? Is she good?”
Matt chuckled. “We’re fine. You’re acting weird. Why are you acting so weird?”
“I’m not. I just have a lot on my mind.”
“You mean what we did?”
I bit my thumbnail. “Yeah. And other things. Like, I want to go to Nashville. What do you think my parents would say if I told them I wanted to skip college for now and move to Nashville to sing even though I didn’t get accepted to Vanderbilt?”
He laughed a little. “Well, I think they’d tell you what I overheard your mom telling my mom.”
“What’s that?”
“Your parents were relieved you didn’t get accepted because they don’t have the money to send you there.”
I frowned.
“And I think your father will lose his mind if you go to Nashville.”
“Well, I’m an adult. They don’t have much say in the matter.”