Spitfire in Love (Chasing Red 3)

Take it slow for now. Get to know each other. Don’t be rash and say he’s the one. For goodness’ sake, you just met the guy!

He’s the one, though. I can feel it.

Maybe I was scared a little. Okay, a lot. But if I had a pyramid of emotions, feeling scared wouldn’t be dominant. Happiness and excitement were.

I grabbed my phone, hoping I’d see a text from him. I felt a little disappointed when I didn’t.

But that was fine. He wasn’t the type to text. Should I text him though? Maybe he needed a prompt. I should start, and maybe he’d do the same.

I opened my inbox, laughing quietly when I saw his contact name.

SOS meant Spawn of Satan. I should change it.

I went to my contacts and changed it to Cameron. Then changed it to Cameron Jeremiah. Then changed it to Saint Laurent. Then changed it to Bigfoot. Then My Crush. In the end, I settled for Cameron. And typed a text message to him.

See you tomorrow, Skyscraper. Same time. Good night.

Damn, I forgot to add an emoji.

I sent a smiley emoji after that.

I hugged my phone to my chest, waiting for his reply until I fell asleep.

* * *

The next day felt like a present. The day was a little brighter, happier. Well, it was raining a little bit, but what did it matter? I was going to see him soon. My heart was happy.

I didn’t even need coffee.

All right, I did, but that was beside the point. I meant figuratively. After coffee, I hopped in the shower, did my morning routine. Put makeup on carefully. I was smiling all the while. I should add a second coat of mascara, I thought, since I wanted to wear my glasses today.

My hair was still damp. Just like last night when I kissed him in the rain.

Something squealed. And it came from my throat. Was that me?

That kiss was so romantic. I wanted another one.

It took a little while longer to pick out clothes. Maybe I should wear a blue top, I thought as I walked to my dresser. Just because it reminds me of his eyes.

“Ugh.”

I looked down and saw that I’d stepped on my phone. I grabbed it right away, hoping it hadn’t cracked. It hadn’t.

Did he reply last night? I had fallen asleep and hadn’t checked yet. I pushed the Home button.

I gasped. There was a message from him. I opened my inbox.

I held my breath as I opened the text.

Cameron: I don’t need a ride.

Chapter 21

Kara

I blinked at the text: I don’t need a ride.

My heart fell into my stomach.