Chapter 34

“I wanted to make love to you,” I whispered, my trunks around my ankles still, even after Angel had quickly pulled his up.

“Soon,” he told me. “We have the rest of our lives. I promised you that.”

“Okay.” I stood, flashing half the students walking toward us without really giving a shit. “But just because we do, please don’t make me wait too long.”

* * * *

It felt like I’d been waiting forever. Just the last month—the last two weeks, since I’d started dropping off gifts for Angel—even that felt like a lifetime.

I checked my phone outside my next stop.

No new messages.

“Shit.” It wasn’t a shock, really. My phone sat in the cup holder in my console, right where I could see the caller ID the moment it rang. My mom called once, and Becca later on, to see if Angel had been in touch.

“Not yet,” I’d told her around four.

“He’s probably out for the day.” She’d tried to comfort me. “When else would he have time to shop?”

“Maybe.”