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A Summer To Die For ch. 4 pt. 3
“That was,” Matt paused, “something.”
“Something out of a horror movie.” We both laughed at my joke. “But really; I met your parents. That is a big step in any relationship.”
“Parent.” He corrected me, Matt really didn’t like his stepfather. “And Sadie set it up, I didn’t just introduce you.” It seemed like if Aunt Sadie hadn’t arranged this, I never would’ve met his parents. Matt didn’t seem to care whether I knew them or not. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. But I had already met his parents, so there was no need to worry about it now.
“Speaking of family, where was your brother?’
“Who knows?” Then added under his breath, “The little dorky kid.”
His use of the word ‘kid’ didn’t sound like the fun and playful way you talked to your younger cousin. He acted as if Josh was an actual kid. A kid older than me. “So, if he’s a kid, what’s that make me?”
He just looked at me, a straight and serious face. “You’re my girlfriend.” That didn’t answer the question. He hadn’t really answered any of my questions that night.
“Enough family stuff,” Matt told me, “Who cares if you babbled and said all the wrong things in front of my parents causing them to look at you like you had two heads. It doesn’t matter. You are my, not their, girlfriend. My girlfriend.”
“At least Aunt Sadie likes you.”
“Yeah.” Matt had my hand and making small circles with his thumb on the back of it.
“Mmm-hmm. Uncle Mike, too.”
“You’re mine, and that’s all that matters. You. Are. Mine.” Matt looked straight into my eyes and gave me the sweetest kiss.
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