Chapter 9
On Matt’s lunch break, he took a ride to his grandparents’ house up on Cherry Valley Lane. Their house was an old Shaker style with sage green siding and many yellow windowpanes—that Matt painstakingly helped paint. Rows of stacked rocks outlined the flower beds surrounding the house. It was only a matter of time before the tulips would be in full bloom.
He thought of how the pink flowers brightened the yard, then his mind immediately shifted to Shay and how she brightened any room she walked into. He smiled, thinking of their conversation the night before. The slight crimson that started at her neck and spread across her cheeks, the way her eyes bore into his, making his pants tighten and his brain think of all the ways he wanted to touch her, remembering how she once reacted
