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Chapter Twenty-Three

Colton

The next morning, Iwoke up later than usual. I immediately turned onto one side, intending to watch Zoey for a while before deciding how to wake her up. My favorite method was to go under the covers and kiss my way down her chest. By the time I reached her belly, she usually reacted.

But she wasn't in bed.

I got up, opening the door of the bedroom, and heard her voice from the living room. The place looked like it'd been robbed. Zoey's stuff was everywhere. Then I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. She had hair products on one shelf and face creams on another. We spent more time here than at her place, and it showed. I fucking loved it. I never thought I'd say that, but I liked seeing signs that she lived here.

Well, she didn't live here—yet.

After cleaning up, I went directly to the living room.

"I'm so glad you could call me," Zoey was saying into the phone.

She noticed me, and her face immediately lit up with a huge smile. She gestured toward me, and I realized what she was asking. I nodded.

"By the way, Colton's here," she told the phone. I assumed she was talking to her parents.

"Oh, can we meet him? Hi, Colton. We can't see you," a woman's voice said.

Zoey chuckled. "Mom, that's because he’s not in the camera frame yet."

I went and sat down next to her, focusing on the screen. Two people were waving frantically, looking anywhere but at the camera. I stole a glance at Zoey. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, pressing her lips together. Clearly, her parents weren't big tech aficionados. Her dad vaguely reminded me of her brother Alex, but Zoey looked nothing like her mom.

"We've heard a lot about you, Colton. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Yeah, her brothers told us about you," her dad said.

"But Zoey didn't?" I teased.

She elbowed me lightly.

"She did, but we figured our sons would have a more unbiased opinion," her mom added.

"That’s very true," I said.

"All right, I don't want to keep you youngsters any longer. We don't want to disturb you," her mom said.

"How come you're even awake?" I inquired.

"We have a flight to catch."

Now that they mentioned it, I realized they were in an airport. They were each wearing an earpod.

"We had to wake up at three o'clock in the morning. We feel jet-lagged already," her mom continued.

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