stopping it with the toe of his suede sneaker. âLesson one,â he whispered. âIf you only open it this far, it doesnât squeak.â
Megan smiled. âGot it.â
He bent down and lifted the welcome mat to reveal a singlekey. âLesson two: Using this key is a lot quieter than pulling out your whole key chain.â
Megan held her breath as Evan unlocked the door. He dropped the key under the mat again and tilted his head, telling Megan to go in ahead of him. For a long moment, Megan paused, staring at the slim space between Evan and the door frame.
She had to turn sideways to get by him. As she slid into the house, her entire body brushed against his. Leg to leg, chest to chest, her cheek tilted just under his nose so that she could feel his hot breath on her face. She expected him to move slightly, to give her more room, but he didnât.
Megan finally stepped free. She couldnât stop grinning as the cool, open air of the kitchen whooshed over her, heightening the tingling warmth all over her skin. Evan turned his back to her as he quietly closed and locked the door. The house was deathly silent.
âBack stairs,â he whispered.
His voice sent shivers all through her body. Megan tiptoed behind him. He stopped at the bottom of the steps to let her go by and her heart pounded with anticipation. She put her foot on the first stair and paused, realizing she needed to say somethingâthat she somehow felt that she might actually be able formulate a sentence. Maybe even say something cool.
This was her chance. She had to take it.
She turned abruptly and Evan walked right into her.
âOh!â he said. He stumbled, placed his foot back on the floor again for balance, and clutched the wall. They both laughed and slapped their hands over their mouths. Megan relished themoment, laughing along with Evan, alone and forbidden in his darkened house.
âWhat?â he asked, his brown eyes sparking in the dim moonlight. âWhat is it?â
âI just . . . I just wanted to say thanks. You know, for taking me out tonight,â Megan said. âIt was . . . very cool of you.â
Evan smiled and looked deeply into her eyes. He leaned forward and Megan found she couldnât breathe. This was it. This was definitely it. And suddenly she wasnât even thinking about Hailey or the fact that half an hour ago he had been making out with someone else. All she could think about was the fact that she really wanted to kiss him. And that she should try to intake some oxygen. If this was going to be her first kiss, she didnât want to faint on him. Meganâs eyes fluttered closed as Evan leaned closer and closer. Then, ever so softly, he touched her cheek. She felt him move away and she opened her eyes. He was holding out a fingertip to her.
âEyelash,â he whispered. âMake a wish.â
Meganâs heart quickened. She bit her lip, made her wish, and blew.
âWhatâs going on?â The stairwell flooded with light.
âDad!â
âAm I dreaming or is it after one in the morning?â John said from above. There was a bend in the stairs, so they couldnât see him, but Megan could tell how pissed off he was from the timbre of his voice.
âCrap,â Evan said under his breath.
âJust digging the hole deeper, Ev,â his father said.
âOh God,â Megan whispered, covering her eyes.
âBoth of you get to your rooms,â John said. âWeâll discuss this tomorrow.â
âSorry,â Evan mouthed to Megan.
âNow,â John said.
And with that, Evan brushed past her and jogged up the stairs.
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Megan Meadeâs Guide to the McGowan Boys
Entry Three
Observation #1: Boys are very stealthy when they want to be.
Evan has all kinds of tricks for sneaking back into the house after hours. (I know