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I take a deep breath, giving myself a moment to think. I’ve never really thought much about what I want to do. Not lately. It was all about things Ihadto do in order to get past this. There wasn’t any room for my wishes and wants.
Not tonight, though.
“I want to snuggle on the couch and drink hot chocolate as I watch silly, unrealistic movies with my friends. And then, at midnight, I want to go out and watch the fireworks.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
He walks around the couch and picks me up before he sits down and places me in his lap. “How is this?” Prescott asks, pulling a blanket around me tighter.
I lean my head against his chest, inhaling his familiar scent. “Perfect. This is perfect.”
Soon, the rest of the guys join us, and we all laugh at the absurdity of the movies. In the end, we make a unanimous decision to watch Avengers instead.
We’re halfway through theAge of Ultronwhen midnight sneaks around. Putting on the winter gear, we go outside. Some people are already firing fireworks, so I tilt my head back and watch the color splash over the dark sky as I inhale the icy night air.
Hands sneak around me, and Prescott leans his chin against my shoulder as he pulls me into his body.
“You don’t want to play with fireworks?” I ask, tilting my chin to Nixon, Mason, and the girls, who are all out in the yard setting up.
“I’m perfect where I am.”
“Okay,” I whisper, placing my hands over his.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Aly wrapping another blanket around Edie as she pulls her closer and points at the sky. Maddox’s arms are wrapped around his two girls.
Our friends start the countdown, so we join in. Nixon crouches down to light up one of the fireworks, which blasts into the sky just as we get to zero.
This time I don’t get to see it because Prescott turns me in his arms, his hand going to my nape as he pulls me in for a soft kiss.
My entire body melts in his arms as he kisses me for what feels like forever. Pulling away, he presses his forehead against mine.
I let out a soft chuckle. “Happy worst year of my life.”
Prescott shakes his head. “Happybestyear of your life.”
“Hardly. I still have months of chemo in front of me.”
His thumbs skim over my cheeks. “But you’ll beat this thing, and once you do, you can go back to your life. I believe in you.”
“Well, at least one of us does,” I scoff.
“I do.” Leaning in, he presses his mouth against mine once more. “Happy New Year, Doll.”
I wrap my fingers around his jacket, not letting him pull away. “Happy New Year, Hotshot,” I whisper, and this time as our mouths meet, there is nothing gentle about our kiss.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
PRESCOTT
“You going to grab lunch?” Spencer asks, looking over his shoulder.
“Yes, I have to eat something before I get back to studying.” Pulling my hoodie over my head, I grab my phone but don’t find any messages waiting for me.
“I’ll go with you. Just let me wash up quickly.”
Spencer disappears into the bathroom. So I hastily slip my hand into my pocket and pull out some pain pills, tossing them down as I take a seat.
I should have probably used all the time I had studying, but after staring at books for the past six hours straight, I needed a break, an outlet for all this nervous energy coursing through me, but I might have overdone it.
