Page 70 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“No reason. So, do you think I should wear my black combat boots or knee-high boots?”

“What are you wearing?”

“That cute black skater dress with my pentagram harness.”

“Are you wearing those leg thingies?”

“Leg thingies?”

“The thing that goes around your thigh. The leather one.”

“Oh, the leg harness? I wasn’t planning on it. But if I wear the combat boots with the dress, I can. Good idea. See, you’re not as blind to fashion as you think, babe.”

“Only mildly blind. Hey, would you mind picking something out for me to wear tonight?”

Her excitement peaks the mic as she screams.

“I get to dress you up two nights in a row. You spoil me,” she laughs.

I stop at a red light and grab my phone out of the cup holder. I glance around the busy street, double-checking for any cops before opening my phone. Noah hasn’t texted anything back.

“Did you by chance clear your head enough and invite a certain someone?”

“Yes. He’ll be there.”

“Holy shit. I get to dress you up, and you texted Mr. Hottie? What kind of drive did you go on?”

“I just want to thank him for the flowers. It’s just dinner. That’s all. He’s bringing a friend, though.”

“Single?”

“Yes, I made sure to emphasize the fact that the friend needed to be a single guy.”

“Hell yes. Thank you. Okay, I’ll go get your outfit together. See you soon.”

“Thank you. Love ya.”

“Love ya too, babe.”

The snow has thankfully stopped by the time I pull into our driveway. The fresh layer is slick on the walkway up to the front door, and I need to remember to grab salt tomorrow. I just hope it doesn’t do what it usually does and thaw then freeze again.

The sounds of Falling in Reverse can be heard before I even open the door. When I do, Jenna is bounding down the steps toward me.

“We can match!” she shouts over the music as she thrusts a bundle of clothes at me.

“Let me wash up first. I feel like I’m covered in dust.”

Oops.

I can see the confused expression on her face as I move past her and start heading up to my bathroom.

“Why do you feel like you’re covered in dust?”

“I just feel dirty, that’s all.”

She follows me into my bedroom and tosses the clothes onto the bed.

“Willow, where were you?”