His name is Damon.

Dinner Company

Matt texted me when he got off that he was going to take a shower and change before he came over. They both got off at 4, so dad was on his way home too. Matt was closer than F-burg so he reached my house before dad did.

I answered the door with a smile. "Hey!" I gushed. He reciprocated and we hugged. "Dad's not home yet," I told him, turning to go sit in the living room with him shutting the door behind me. I sat on the couch and he sat next to me.

"Will he be home soon?" Matt asked me.

I checked the clock on the wall. "Uhm, probably in a little bit. Why?" I asked.

He was grinning at me and I couldn't help but grin back. "So I can do this," he whispered before pressing his lips against mine. My stomach fluttered and I turned my body towards him and he did the same. He had me pressed up against the armchair and the back of the couch; basically on top of me making out. He was a good kisser and he was so sweet.

I was into it, but I shoved him off me when I heard dad pull in and stood up real quick, straightening my shirt and hair. He cleared his throat and followed my lead. We hurried to the chairs around the bar (the countertop of the kitchen) and tried to look like we were just innocently talking when dad stepped in. I'm sure he knew something was up, but surprisingly, he didn't say anything. "Hey dad," I greeted him. "Hey Dean, how was work?" Matt smoothly asked.

"Sucked as usual," dad goofed. "Was the grill busy today?"

Matt made a face. "Eh, not too bad. Ready to try out some of this fish Noelle was telling me about."

We all helped a little with cooking supper. Matt obviously did the least because he was the guest and he had no clue where anything was. I barely knew where we placed everything in this new house.

The fish turned out good and everyone enjoyed it. Matt stayed and watched TV with us for a while, dad asking him questions and getting to know him. I kept catching myself gazing over Matt's cute face and feeling happy in life.