Chapter 52 Happy Thanksgiving

• “How do I look?” Ben asks for the umpteenth time.
• We are standing in front of my house and he is convinced my parents hate him. They might give him a tough time but they will be nice, I think. I am not sure. It’s my first time inviting a boy over. Ben smoothens the invisible wrinkles in his suit. If he wasn’t so worried, I would have had time to admire him. He is sexier in a tux. I want to kiss him.
• “Babe?”