“All right, all right… I’m up. Jeez.”
I lift her off me and climb out of bed, wincing. Jett really gave me a good pounding last night. I’ll be feeling him in there all day.
Kitty follows me around to the bathroom as I relieve myself, weaving in and out of my legs. She’ll do that, trying to speed things along.
“Where’s your other dad? Didn’t he feed you?”
Meow.
I yawn, rub my eyes, and open the pantry to pull out some wet cat food. By now, Kitty’s screaming at me. I dump it into her bowl and set it on the floor. She gobbles it up as if we’ve never fed her before. I roll my eyes and drag my hand along her fluffy tail. “Drama queen.”
After making some coffee, I sit at the kitchen island to sip on it while I look at my phone to find a restaurant for tonight and make reservations. Today marks two years since Jett and I met. I call it our ‘not-so meet-cute.’
I can’t believe it’s been two years. It’s really flown by. We had a rough start, but it’s been smooth sailing since. Well, we’ve had our rough patches, but doesn’t every couple? Still, we always end up talking things out, and it’s like we never even fought.
And it’s fucking nice to have a relationship with him. It’s comfortable and about the little things, like holding each other every night, feeding each other bites of dessert, and decorating this condo to make it ours. It’s about the long haul together.
I truly believe Jett is my soulmate. He went from my teen hero to my boyfriend extraordinaire. He’s everything.
I glance around this place, with the walls covered in art from our daycations around Oregon, the shelves packed with books and decorations, and we even have throw pillows on the couch. It’s home. Our home. But I think sometime soon we need a bigger place. I want to marry him one day, maybe have a kid if he wants one. I think I do, but we have time for all that.
When I look at the front door, I notice something’s off. I set down my coffee and make my way over there. It’s a note from Jett.
Follow the arrows.
“Follow the arrows? What does that mean?”
I open the front door and peek out. Sure enough, there’s a piece of paper taped to the wall with a big arrow pointing at the elevator.
“Huh. What are you up to, babe?”
It has to do with our anniversary. I’m sure of it. I smile, and my stomach gets fluttery.
I close the door and hurry to the bedroom to get dressed and brush my teeth.
A few minutes later, I rush out of the condo and head down the elevator. As soon as the doors slide open into the lobby, I see another arrow taped up, pointing at the entry doors.
Once outside, I see another arrow taped to the light post. I shiver from the chill in the air and take a deep breath. The leaves have started to change color, and the rising sun catches the orange and red tones. I love this season and time of day. I look around the sprawling street filled with students, but there’s no sign of Jett.
“What are you up to, my love?”
I keep following the arrows. They’re close enough to each other that you can’t miss them. Not sure how much the city will appreciate cleaning them up later. I chuckle as I start jogging. I think I have a pretty good idea of where Jett’s skulking.
It takes me about ten minutes to reach the tracks at the school. I instantly see him, sitting in the middle of the track, cross-legged. It’s late enough in the day that there should be athletes everywhere, but it’s empty.
As I get closer, I see a potted plant next to him. I chuckle at that. He got me a houseplant for our last anniversary, too, saying it lasted longer than flowers. We still have the money tree, which I named Wilson, sitting by the window at home.
There’s also a gift bag.
“Oh, I love pressies!” I yell out before I reach him.
“Get your smart ass over here.” He smiles widely at me, reaching his eyes, lighting up his entire face. Fuck, to have my boyfriend look at me like that is everything.
Jett stands as I reach him. When I do, I wrap my arms around his neck, and he presses his palm to my back. I scowl at him. “Couldn’t you have at least fed Kitty before coming out here?”
He rolls his eyes. “Nope. She was your messenger to get your lazy ass up, and she’s the best alarm clock around.”
“Lazy?” I huff.
