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“I’m sure I’m gonna love them. If they’re anything like you, I’ll adore them.”
I wrinkle my nose, not sure if I can really believe that. I saw a family portrait in his bedroom, and his family are so obviously wealthy and aware of what’s cool and what’s not.
My parents don’t even have a cool radar.
They march to the beat of their own drum. They always have.
And I used to love it, until I got mercilessly teased about how weird my family is.
Those cutting comments slice me as I try to prep Wily for this experience, but he speaks before I can say anything else.
“Satch, you seriously need to stop worrying. I’m great with people.Allkinds of people. Nothing can weird me out, okay?”
“Are you sure?”
He grins, tipping my chin up while assuring me, “Stop worrying. It’s gonna be great. They’re gonna love me, and I’m gonna love them.”
Kissing the tip of my nose, he then pulls me into his arms and sings me a slightly off-key rendition of “Happy Birthday.”
I giggle against his chest, my cheeks flaming when he raises the volume at the end, capturing the attention of everyone around us.
“Happy birthday!” someone shouts behind me, and Igroan, burrowing into Wily’s jacket while he laughs and rubs my back.
“Thanks, man. Have a good one.”
A few more people call out to us, and I raise my hand in thanks while Wily smiles and charms the lot of them.
Ugh. He’s probably right. I have nothing to worry about.
My family is going to adore this guy, and Wily does seem pretty accepting of everybody. All I can hope is that they don’t do anything so weird that they’ll put him off for good.
CHAPTER 45
WILY
I have no idea why Satch was so worried. Her family is fucking awesome!
The second I walked through their front door, they were pulling me into hugs and telling me how amazing it was that I was there to celebrate with everyone.
They are seriously stoked that Satch has a boyfriend. It’s like this epic news, and everyone is super curious about me, like they can’t believe she scored a star football player.
But they’ve got it all wrong.
I’ve scoredher.
That’s the epic thing about all this. She’s way too smart for me, but she puts up with my dumb ass anyway. She even laughs at my lame jokes and doesn’t mind when I go on too much about football. She plays my favorite video game with me whenever she comes over and doesn’t seem to mind my obsession with her sweet tits either.
I hide my smile behind my hand as I listen to her aunttelling me all about her pottery exploits and how she’s started making mugs and bowls to sell at the local market on Saturday mornings.
“Lizzy used to come and help me sell things when she was in middle school. She’s got a real head for numbers, that one.”
“Yeah, I know.” I smile, glancing across the room at my girl while she plays with her young second-cousin. The little girl is teaching her a clapping game, and Satch is listening intently, making her feel like the only person in the room.
She’s so fucking amazing.
“But then, of course, they made her feel bad about it, and ooooo, I could have slapped those girls that day.”
“What?” I spin, trying to catch up on the conversation I zoned out of.
