Chapter 52

KYLE'S P.O.V.

“Ma, how about this one?” I asked, holding up yet another jacket and pair of jeans. It was the eighth outfit I’d dragged out of my closet and paraded in front of her. My mom, who was sitting on my bed, chuckled at me, shaking her head.

“Kyle, you’re not seriously nervous about Andrew coming over, are you?” she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Do you still get butterflies after all this time?”

I felt my face heat up. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop having butterflies when I’m around him, Ma,” I admitted, shuffling my feet. “I just... I love him too much.” The words felt small compared to the tidal wave of feelings inside me, but they were the only ones that fit.

My mom smiled warmly. “Oh, my sweet boy. Love is a beautiful thing. But maybe leave some clothes in the closet for the rest of the week?” She got up and came over to me, eyeing the mountain of clothes I had dumped on the floor. “Here, let me help you.”