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He runs his hand through the length of my hair, sending shivers down my spine when he toys with the damaged ends.
“Who’s going to be at dinner on Friday? I feel like I need to be doing my homework so I don’t jam my foot in my mouth or something,” he lightly chuckles.
I push out a gentle hum and smile to myself as I think of seeing my family again at Thanksgiving. It’s a casual holiday in our house, but the idea of having Oakley there makes it feel as exciting as Christmas.
“My mom and dad, my brother Ben, and his girlfriend, Sydney."
Although we all live in the same city, I don't see them as much as I would like to. I envy Oakley and his family for that. Even though they live four hours away from each other, they still manage to see each other every few weeks.
My brother lives in Ontario for school. He only ever comes home for the holidays. And my parents both have jobs—incredibly busy jobs—so we don't get to spend a lot of time together. I hate it, but it makes the time we do have together that much more special.
“I can't wait to meet the people who helped shape you into the amazing woman lying beside me," Oakley mumbles into my hair, the gently spoken words vibrating against my skull. His words hit me hard, and I suck in a sharp breath as my heart starts to go haywire in my chest.
In an attempt to move the attention from myself before I hyperventilate, I ask him the same thing.
“What about you? Who’s going to be at your mom’s?”
"Mom, Gracie, my buddy Andre, and Gracie's boyfriend, Jacob. I'm thinking of asking Tyler as well. He mentioned something about not having thanksgiving dinner a couple of days ago, and my mom loves feeding hungry boys. I think it'll be nice."
My heart flutters at how much he cares for everyone around him. And I have to agree. Tyler could definitely use some Anne Hutton love.
"I think that's a great idea. Gracie's boyfriend is going to be jealous, though. Your sister practically idolizes Tyler," I add, smirking when Oakley tenses.
"On second thought..." he trails off, and I swat at his chest, making him laugh. A soft sigh escapes my lips when I move closer to him, letting my breath fan his chest as I trail my fingers along the hard muscles resting under my cheek.
"I can't wait, baby," Oakley murmurs as my eyes begin to droop.
Me either.
