Chapter

9 - "I Know You Won't Be Needing Much Clothes Tonight."

01

Micajah

Rye's

PoV

"Move in with me?" Seneca's soprano voice calls me, and I turn around in surprise.

After our epic kiss, we'd spent an hour in the park, under the stars, just making mindless conversation. Finally, when the clock hit 10, we had to leave, because it was a school night.

On reaching home, I'd kissed Seneca one more time, and we'd restrained ourselves before things got too heated, departing to our respective rooms. I'd been expecting and hoping that Seneca would come here, when I was sorting out my books for tomorrow, but not this.

"Really?" I ask, unable to control my surprise.

Seneca pushes herself off the doorframe, walking to me.