T W E N T Y

Emmie and Ramsay spent the whole next week by sneaking out at nights, hanging out every free moment, and making out.

It wasn’t anything new to BT that Ramsay didn’t spend his nights at home, and when he did, he was a night hawk, constantly making fresh black coffee and reading (also writing, but that was something his father didn’t know about). Emmie’s parents, though, had no idea the girl could even get out of her room. She sneaked out of her window and down the ladder Ramsay had left there, not really regretting her choices, considering the fact that her parents were literally screaming their heads off every, single, night.

On Friday, the Davises went away for another work conference, this time to New York City, meaning they would be out of town until Monday. For Emmie, that meant three whole days of peace and silence. And perhaps, a certain beanie-wearing boy.

The first night the girl spent downstair