Page 104 of Still Love You

"You can't get sick from rain, can you? I thought that was a myth."

"I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances. And I need to feed you. We'll dry off and then I'll take you for breakfast. What time is it?"

She checks her phone. "Ten-thirty."

"Really? It's so dark out I thought it was earlier than that."

"I hope my parents aren't home."

"What time were they supposed to be there?"

"Not until noon. We should be good."

When we get to her house, their car isn't in the driveway so they must still be gone. They rarely park in the garage.

We go in her house, my shoes sloshing around and my wet jeans feeling like lead weights. Willow's still wrapped in only a beach towel, her bare feet leaving footprints on the tile.

"Willow, is that you?" Her mom appears, followed by her dad.

Shit. So I guess they parked in the garage this time.

---