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She’s been running herself ragged over the pending results of her boards; the final hurdle she has to clear in her long-grad-school journey. I completely get her anxiety, given that this test will tell whether all her hard work has paid off and if she will be a fully licensed occupational therapist, but I hate seeing her stresslike she has. She drags her feet as she comes from the kitchen, and I grab her wrist before she can pass by me, tugging her into my lap.
“It’s going to be fine,” I assure her, pulling her face to my chest. “You’re going to pass.”
She makes a frustrated sound. “What if I don’t?”
“Then you try again. It won’t be the end of the world. But... it doesn’t matter, since youwilldefinitely pass.”
“I’m scared of failing it,” she admits quietly. “I’ve already taken so much help from you, and if I can’t start contributing soon, then—”
“You don’t have to contribute,” I chuckle. “I don’t care what you do. As long as you do it here with me.”
“Why does that sound perverted?”
“I think you’re projecting.”
She scoffs. “Sure I am.”
“Stop worrying or I’ll call Wanda.”
She groans. “Don’t do that. She’ll come over.”
“So?”
“She’ll bring Fred with her.”
I laugh. “Well, they are married now.”
“Right. But they are way too touchy-feely. It’s been three months since the wedding. They have to stop kissing all the time at some point, right?”
“You sound like Sophie,” I tease.
She makes a face. “This must be what she feels like when she catches us kissing.”
“Wanda would tell you to stop being silly.”
“Yeah, well. Wanda didn’t have to sit through a timed exam questioning everything she learned.”
“You’refine, Cassie.” I kiss her hair. “Everything is going to be fine.”
“You might not be saying that after your girlfriend tanks her future.”
I cup her chin to turn up her face, smiling at her disgruntled expression. I rub my thumb along her lower lip. It’s amazing that after a year of having her here, I could still be so struck by her. Her bright blue eyes are like a clear sky that I could get lost in, and I do, frequently—and for what must be the thousandth time, I’m just grateful that she’s here.
I lean in to kiss her, enjoying the way some of the tension leaves her body. “Do whatever you want with your future. As long as I’m part of it.”
“Gosh.” She smiles against my mouth. “You’ve gotten cheesy.”
“You like cheesy.”
“Maybe a little.”
“Stop worrying,” I urge.
“But what if—”
I kiss her again. “Stop.”
“But I could—”
