Chapter 66
Nate stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, just visible in the predawn light, his eyelids heavy from not sleeping a wink all night.
Partly because of the conversation and kisses he’d shared with McKenna.
Mostly because of the text message he’d sent a little before midnight.
A message he never imagined in his wildest dreams that he’d send.
But then again, never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined falling in love with the zany lady who kissed his armpit a few weeks ago.
You don’t think we’re being crazy, do you?
Yes. They were. And Nate couldn’t be happier.
Wait. No. He was getting ahead of himself. He could be happier. He could be happier when McKenna was living close to him in Buffalo, New York, because this summer wasn’t just some little fling.
He reached for his phone. No response yet.
He sank back on the pillow. No worries. It was barely five in the morning. Still plenty of time for a response. The concert wasn’t until tomorrow evening. If he didn’t hear something in the next few hours, he’d reach out again. If he still didn’t hear anything back, he’d come up with a plan B.
Hours later, Nate found himself needing to come up with a plan B.