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“Did you know that this is the very spot where we met freshman year?”
“I know. I remember.” I smiled up at him. “You were drunk. And you made some stupid vulgar comment. And I told you off.”
“Yeah.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m pretty sure I said you had a nice ass.”
I laughed. “Yup, that was it.”
“I still don’t know why you were ever upset about that. It’s just true.”
I laughed again. “Because it was rude.”
He shrugged. “All I know is that as soon as you called me a drunk asshole, all I wanted to do was win you over.”
“Well, you did.”
“So this kind of seems like the perfect place, right?”
“The perfect place for what?”
Patrick got down on one knee.
“Oh my God.” I put my hands over my mouth.
“Bee, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Meeting you right here, it changed me. I want to go to New York. And I want to know that you’ll be by my side. I need you to always tell me when I’m being a drunk asshole.” He laughed.
“Patrick, I…”
“I know, okay? I know your parents are divorced. And I know that you’re scared to get married. But I’m not your dad, Bee. I’m not going to run off. I’m so in love with you. I love you with everything that I am. I’m never going to leave you. Marry me, Bee.”
I didn’t think he was going to propose, not yet. But it felt so right. I never wanted to live a day without him. “Okay.”
“Okay? Does that mean yes?” He smiled up at me.
“Yes that means yes. Of course, yes!”
He slid the ring onto my finger.
“Oh my God, Patrick.” I could feel tears start to stream down my cheeks. I looked down at the ring on my finger.
“Why are you crying?” He wrapped his arms around me. “You’re so cute.”
I pressed the side of my face against his chest. “I just never thought I’d be this happy.”
Chapter One
Bee
18 Months Later
The subway car screeched as it came to a stop. I quickly stood up and squeezed my way past the people boarding. It seemed like common sense to let people off the subway before getting on. But that philosophy somehow got lost when people were underground. Maybe it was similar to how I was somehow now immune to the smell of pee in the subway terminal and the loud sounds of the city. If I left the city now, it would probably be hard to fall asleep to the silence of the suburbs. Cars honking always put me right to sleep.
I slowly climbed the stairs. Luckily the office was only a block away from the subway station. The cold wind nipped my cheeks as soon as I emerged above ground. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself as I avoided tripping over a pile of trash on the curb.
In the distance, I noticed a homeless person sitting on the sidewalk outside my office building. Just don’t look at him. I grabbed the handle of the door. Damn it. I didn’t know why I couldn’t walk past him. It just wasn’t in me. And it was so cold this morning. I hadn’t realized how harsh the winters were going to be in New York. I backtracked and handed the man a few dollars out of my purse. If I kept doing this, I’d be the next one on the street. I was barely scraping by as it was. Giving money to every homeless person I walked by really added up.
“Thank you, miss.”
I smiled at him and retreated into the building. I kept my coat on as I walked toward the elevator. My teeth were still chattering.
