To Be Your Girl (To Be Yours Book 1) by Rae Kennedy

Author:Rae Kennedy [Kennedy, Rae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RAKE Publishing
Published: 2019-08-22T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

It is maybe one of the first times I haven’t woken before my alarm goes off. The sound has never been so irritating. I want to smash it for interrupting the perfect dream I was having. I breathe in deeply as I stretch my legs all the way to my toes. The pillow smells like him. Then I realize I hadn’t dreamed it. I am in Cade’s bed. It was real. And it was perfect.

I have, unfortunately, been neglecting my homework over the last several days. I think spending time with Cade is a perfectly valid excuse, but I don’t think dull Professor Trobaugh will accept it in exchange for a paper on how the dwellings of early American Nomads differ by region. So I trek balls early to the library and knock out the whole damn thing with twenty minutes to spare before class. Probably not my best work.

When I get out of class, I have a text.

Cade: Can’t stop thinking about you

Me: when will you be home tonight?

Cade: way too fucking late

Me: Boo

When I open the doors to leave the building, I am practically sucked outside by a sweep of wind. I would not have believed it was the middle of the day if I did not know it absolutely was. The sky is the darkest shade of blue-gray it can get before it turns black. The clouds are thick and rolling onto themselves, devouring each other as they grow. Cannibal clouds equals scary.

A deep rumble vibrates from a distance and I can smell rain in the air even though it is not raining. I make it to the bike rack around the back of the building. The rack is old and slanted. Rust is growing in the patches where the black finish has chipped off. It rattles as I fumble with my lock and I feel a large, cool drop on my hand. The air is unusually warm and eerily still as I start to pedal home. Rain patters my handlebars and nose. The clouds sag above me with the weight of their load. I ride as fast as I can—it is only a matter of time before they break.

And they do. Just as I turn the corner onto our street and I can see the white craftsman porch, a powerful blow of air hits my face, followed by the shock of a solid sheet of water cascading over my entire body like a ton of concrete. When I finally reach the door, I am like a melting ice cube. This storm system is much worse than last night. When I get inside, I can’t stop shivering and my clothes are dripping along the floor.

I turn the heat up in the hall and jump in the hottest shower I can stand. I still can’t seem to get warm enough. When the water starts to cool down, I concede and get out. Dammit, I’m still frickin’ cold. I dry my hair and dress in the fuzziest pair of socks I can find, my cozy sweats, and like three sweatshirts.

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