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“Sappy.”
“What? I’m not sappy.”
“You so are,” Penny chimes in. She’s sitting on the floor, packing my clothes into suitcases. “But it looks good on you. You guys seem so happy.”
A smile spreads over my lips. “We are.”
After the gallery, Prescott and I started really slow. We got all those firsts we never had. We went out on dates. We kissed in the backseat of his car and dark movie theatres. We talked and got to know one another in a way we hadn’t before. He even took me to one of those couple’s cooking courses where you cook your meal and have a dinner date after, a miserable failure on our part, but we ended up laughing our asses off afterward. I think we both needed it—this time to help us heal and get to know one another as we are now.
And then last weekend, he took me for a weekend getaway, just the two of us, in a small cottage on the beach to celebrate my birthday, and it was beautiful.
That’s when he asked me to move in with him.
The question threw me completely off guard. I’m not even sure why. I knew Spencer had graduated and was drafted to the pros, and Prescott would eventually need to find a roommate now that he was accepted to the med school here at Blairwood. But it never crossed my mind that that roommate could be me.
Then there were the girls. Zane and Rei found a small, one-bedroom apartment not that far away for the two of them, now that they’re engaged. He enrolled into a physical therapy program and plans to work alongside Dr. Snow until he gets his master’s. And Mason finally convinced Grace to move in with him at his place. Which meant, I’d have this big ass apartment all for myself.
It made sense.
And I wanted it.
I hadn’t even realized how much until he asked.
I wanted to live with him.
I wanted to see him every day.
I wanted to wake up snuggled against him.
I wanted us to fail at cooking over the weekends, study together, and go out on dates.
I wanted him.
In every way, shape, and form.
I grab a box of my stuff from the table. “I’m going to take this over,” I say to the girls before getting out of the apartment.
Late August heat slams into me the moment I get outside, the bright afternoon sun blinding me. That’s why it takes me a moment to realize Prescott is standing out in the parking lot and talking to a woman.
And not just any woman.
His mother.
I watch them for a moment, unsure of what to do. Should I go there and save him? Should I sneak back inside and let them talk?
But before I can overthink it, Prescott turns around, his eyes landing on mine. His smile is stiff as he motions me over.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask as I slide into his open arms and look up at him.
“Jade, this is my mother, Molly Wentworth. Mom, this is my girlfriend, Jade.”
The woman offers me her hand, which I take, giving it a firm shake as her eyes go to my short hair.
My hair started growing one month after I was done with chemo, and just recently, it grew enough for me to go to the hair salon and have it cut in a cute pixie style.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Jade,” she says, a soft smile on her lips. “Are you moving?”
Prescott’s arm tightens around me. “She’s moving in with me.”
