Lola's POV

By the time we got back to my house, the sun was setting. Orange and pink streaked across the sky.

Morgan walked me to the front door. His hand was still holding mine. Like he didn't want to let go.

"I should probably go in," I said. But I didn't move.

"Probably," Morgan agreed. He didn't move either. We stood there on the porch. Just looking at each other.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" Morgan asked. "We have school tomorrow."

"I mean, after school. Like a real date. Just the two of ...