CHAPTER 37: WHAT DID WE JUST DO?

DIONNAH'S POV

The ride home was torture. I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted Michael to do to me. I missed him, all of him. My mind was out of control. I tried my best not to look at him but my peripheral vision kept letting me down. I could see how the muscles in his arm bunch with every gear he changed, causing his tattoos to look more defined.

Before you know it we were home. I hopped out of the car and walked around to Michael's side as he came out.

"Don't you think we should have a story? What if they asked where we were coming from?" I asked him

"I already told Jon we were going for an evening stroll."

"An evening stroll? Don't you think my parents, especially my Mom are going to question that?"

"It doesn't matter. Just tell them I took you to buy coffee as a friendly gesture, " he laughed.

"You don't know my Mom," I told him as we entered the house.

To our luck, everyone was downstairs.

"Where have you two been?" Asked my Mom.

"Good evening Ma," I said as I