Page 31 of We're At It Again

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“She’s upstairs.” She said. “Is everything okay?”

I grinned, knowing Luna would never tell her parents we were dating. There was no way I could let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers.

“She’s fine. We’re going on a date.”

Her eyes widened in shock, a hand flying to her chest.

“You and Luna?” she asked, her surprise melting into excitement. “This is unexpected but wonderful.”

I grinned, happy that her reaction was going to plan.

“It’s great, isn’t it?”

She reached her arms out to pull me into a motherly embrace.

“I knew you’d both get together.”

I suppressed a smirk, trying my best not to laugh as Luna entered. Her expression was a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

“Luna, why didn’t you tell me you and Hudson were dating?”

If she could have killed me, she would have. I choked on my laughter as she glared at me.

“I’m sorry, mom.” She said, not taking her deadly stare off me.

“She told me it’s because she couldn’t believe we’re finally together after years of her pining over me.”

I was stirring the cauldron of drama, having far too much fun. Mrs. Delgato turned to retrieve a glass from the shelf, and Luna took that as an opportunity to punch me in the arm.

“What is wrong with you?” She hissed, her cheeks flushing red.

I raised my brow.

“I’m just trying to be a wonderful boyfriend and getting to know your mom.”

“You know my mother as well as I do.” She said. “I’m going to kill you.”

“You’ve always known what to say to have me blushing.”

Luna’s mom turned around with a friendly smile, oblivious to our whispered exchange.

“Have fun, you two.”

“We will, Mom.” Luna said, her cheeks still flushed as we said our goodbyes.

As we stepped outside, the cool breeze greeted us, and I guided her across the street to where my bike was parked. The engine roared to life as I climbed on. I smirked, feeling proud as she didn’t argue. Instead, she reached for my spare helmet, strapped it, and mounted the bike. We sped off into the afternoon, ready for the adventures ahead.

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The gentle afternoon sun painted the mini golf course with warm hues, casting elongated shadows across the artificial turf. As we stepped onto the green, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. It had been years since we played together. However, my focus drifted to her as she admired the scene before her. Her joyful face was enthralling.

“I haven’t played in ages.”

Her words didn’t register in my mind until she turned to me.

“I heard Jockstrap was here with Cruella, so I figured we could have some fun and mess with them.”

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