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I woke up the next morning to someone knocking on my door.
“Starr? Are you awake?”
It was Dad.
I rolled over and began jostling Nolan. He had to wake up and get out.
Now.
“What the hell?” he asked, sitting up.
“Dad’s knocking at the door. You have to go,” I whispered urgently.
He sprang from the bed and grabbed his jacket. I watched him slide his shoes on and head to the window. He opened it quietly and was half way out when he climbed back in.
“Starr?” Dad asked, again pounding louder.
“You have to go!” I whispered frantically as my father began to fiddle with the doorknob.
Nolan came back over to the bed and looked at me with his half smile.
“Kiss me and I’ll leave.”
I stared at him for a moment and considered letting my father in. Only because I shouldn’t have to be backed into a corner to kiss him. But I saw his dimples starting to deepen in his face and his eyes seemed to sparkle.
“Okay,” I replied with a grin.
Nolan leaned down and put his hands on either side of me and kissed me. In fact, he kissed me so breathtakingly, that I fell back against the bed and pulled him toward me.
“Jane Camille East! You open this door this minute!” Dad yelled. He probably heard the footsteps and the bed creaking, I reasoned.
“Camille?” Nolan asked quietly after he pulled away.
“Yeah, I know. Now go before he breaks the door down,” I whispered.
“I’ll come back tonight when everyone’s asleep. Happy Birthday, Janey,” he said, kissing me one more time, before he made his way to the window.
Dad managed to push the door open as soon as Nolan disappeared. One second sooner and he would have caught him.
“Why was your door blocked?” he asked me suspiciously.
“I was up watching TV late. I probably didn’t secure the chair,” I shrugged.
He glanced around the room and then back at me.
“I thought I heard footsteps,” he said, putting his hands on his hips.
“You probably just heard that,” I said pointing at the TV. Thankfully, I had left it on when I fell asleep with Nolan.
“Well, it’s your birthday, Janey,” he said, his voice softening.
I smiled.
Daddy was probably sad because I wasn’t going to go out and do “normal” twenty-one year old things. Like, walk into a bar and get so drunk that I would have to be dragged out by all of the friends I didn’t have.
“It’s going to be a great day,” I said cheerfully. I shoved off my sheets and Dad came over to help me get into my chair.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked.
