Ashley says, crossing the parking lot in a cute little yellow dress. Her hair is stick straight, and I’m secretly disappointed it’s not down and curly like it was last night. It was so beautiful. I’m also disappointed she’s not still wearing her tennis skirt. I mentally slap myself and my one-track mind, but Ashley isn’t making it very easy on me. I wrap my arms around her tiny frame and kiss her hello. I’m weirdly nervous and not because Ashley’s about to meet my family for the first time, but because we haven’t actually spoken since I told her I was falling in love with her last night. I hope I didn’t freak her out. “You look amazing,” I say, opening the car door and helping her in. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She winks when I hop in the car, and I wonder if I’m not the only one with a one-track mind around here, by the way she’s staring at me. I reach over and put my hand on her tanned knee, my fingers grazing the edge of her skirt, causing Ashley’s cheeks to flush soft pink.
