Meghan’s P.O.V.
I exhaled heavily as I closed the door behind Blade. For a moment, I leaned against it, listening to the fading rumble of his truck down the driveway. When I turned back toward the living room, my family was still there, my mother’s tea cup now precariously perched on the armrest of the couch. My dad was flipping channels on the TV, and Bodi had his feet up on the coffee table.
“So,” My mom started, giving me a sly smile.
“Care to explain why you’ve been keeping that one a secret from your mother?”
I groaned.
“Mom, please.” I flopped into the armchair Blade had just vacated, running a hand through my hair.
“It’s not like that.”
“Oh, it’s exactly like that,” Mom said, pointing a finger at me.
“You’ve got feelings for him. Don’t even try to deny it.”
I sighed, my
