AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Why can’t it be like this all the time?” I whisper.
“Because I wasn’t smart enough to meet you first.” He kisses my forehead and threads his fingers through my hair. “What else aren’t you telling me today?”
“Huh?” I lift my head. “What do you mean?”
“Your first time aside, I refuse to believe that the promposal is the only thing you’re upset about,” he says. “What else is it?”
“I’m leaving for England in January. It’s for that symphony program I told you about.”
His fingers stop moving for several seconds. He slides his hand under my chin, tilting my chin up so I’m looking right into his eyes.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to that until the summer.”
“That was before I did some thinking.”
“About us?”
“Yes…” I nod. “That, and I’ll never have an opportunity like this again, and I honestly think I could use the space.”
“Space?”
“Time for us to figure out if this relationship is worth it.”
“If you think we’re breaking up because you’ll be an ocean away, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“You might discover that life is a lot easier when I’m gone,” I say. “The ‘most stressful relationship you’ve ever had’ won’t be a factor anymore.”
“I don't want to fight with you again, Scarlett…” He presses a finger against my lips. “I really don’t.”
I don't either…
“If you think going to London will prove something about our relationship, then go. But just know an ocean between us isn't going to stop me from loving you or waiting for you to return.”
“You’re not going to date other people while I’m away?”
“You’re not either.” He shakes his head. “How am I supposed to sleep at night, though?”
“We’ll figure something out.”
“Can you consider coming back for a week to see me in the spring?”
I nod my head even though I can’t, that even if I could, I wouldn’t.
“Well, there’s still a month and a half left.” He kisses my lips. “Get on top of me again.”
25
ME
Dear Jeremiah Sanders,
If we’d met sooner, we probably would’ve had a great relationship. You were a way nicer guy than I thought and a complete gentleman.
Wish I Would’ve Told You,
—Scarlett
Eight large tour buses are parked outside our school, ready and waiting to carry our senior class to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, for the weekend. Even though the signup forms boasted about “plenty of chaperones,” only two teachers are attending.
