Chapter 192: How Old Are You?

Reese I didn’t see Elizabeth for a few hours after Savannah and my brother left. Honestly, it was a relief. Yesterday morning I'd been so reckless and carried away that I nearly fucked her. Thank God I managed to stop myself. What was I even thinking? So I hid in the kitchen like a sensible adult man in survival mode, halfway through my bowl of cereal, when she finally walked in. She didn’t knock. Didn’t clear her throat. Didn’t glance around shyly like someone who’d almost had sex with a stranger in this very house a day ago. She just walked in—hair in a messy ponytail, glasses sliding down her nose, oversized shirt hanging dangerously off her shoulder—and asked one question. “Aren’t you going to say anything to me?” No greeting. No warm-up. Just a straight-up confrontation at ten in the morning. To be honest, I knew this moment was coming. Girls like her always do this thing—they treat a single makeout session like it’s fate. Suddenly we’re spiritually connected, bonded at the soul,