CHAPTER SIXTY
DATE NIGHT
THEO’S POV
I’m straightening my shirt for what feels like the tenth time, running a hand through my hair as though it might magically decide to stay in place. I keep thinking back to the way I casually mentioned the theater like it was just any other outing. Did I undersell it? Maybe I should’ve planned something grander, something that matches the way I feel about her. But to be fair, that was before the kiss. Before everything shifted.
I catch a reflection of movement in the mirror and turn, startled. Mum is leaning on the doorway, watching me with that soft, knowing smile.
“What?” I ask, wheeling around as if I’ve been caught sneaking cookies instead of preparing for a date.
Her smile only grows. “It’s just… nice. Seeing you like this. Nervous. Excited. Li
