We had spent the majority of those days either surfing, curled up together on my couch, or in the bed. We had explored each other’s bodies and simply reveled in the fact that we were making love, not just having sex. Not many people could say the same, and I was happy I could with him. But I knew I wasn’t going to like the day when he went back to his house, and I was left in my bed alone. Idly, I wondered how he was going to feel about it because he seemed pretty darn happy to be in my bed. In some ways, it felt like we were trying to make up for time that had been lost between us, only we’d really just lost a little over twenty-four hours. I suppose it just felt like longer because of all that had happened in that short time. But, three days after all hell had broken loose, I was certain that having a gun pointed at me wasn’t the most stressful situation I could be in. The prospect of meeting Cooper’s mother, however, was. “Are you sure this is fine to meet your mom in?”
