Page 37 of Jacob
I can’t lie. I freakin’ love it.
I’ve waited since I was sixteen for this and I’m now left wondering what would have happened if I’d said something sooner.
However, maybe we just had to wait for our moment.
But is it all too much too soon?
It scares me to think that I have loved her for so many years, but suddenly she’s interested in me after only a few weeks. Could it really bethiseasy? Although it’s anything but easy because we have an Owen-shaped block standing between us. But knowing she likes me too, that she wants me… it’s enough. For now.
“C’mon, hurry up and get in the car. It’s getting chilly,” I instruct, pulling my attention back to Skye.
“I’ve driven the roads here since I got my license. Stop fussing.” She comes to a halt on the other side of the driver’s door.
This is the moment, if I was on a date with her, that I would lean down and kiss her. Reality is, we aren’t and we can’t.
“Text me as soon as you get in. It’s late and a little frosty. Be careful on the bends.”
“Okay.” She bites her lip and then gets into her car. I close the door and she instantly rolls the window down, so I bend at the waist to meet her face to face.
As she turns the key, her little motor car sputters before humming contently.
“Please be safe,” I say.
“Oh, do stop.” She rolls her eyes.
“I worry about you.”
“I know.” A soft grin tilts her lips upward. “I like how you worry about me. It feels nice.”
She steals my breath when she keeps talking. “It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.” Her face turns serious. “If I feel like this now, imagine what it will feel like when we kiss.” She stares at my lips as if picturing that in her mind.
“I can’t wait to find out.”
“I can’t either.” She shakes her head then clears her throat. “Tomorrow is Sunday.”
“And?”
“You don’t like Sundays.”
I love that she remembered my admission.
“I have Sunday dinner with my mom and dad, but afterward, can I video call you?”
Excitement blooms in my chest. “I would like that. A lot.”
“Seven o’clock?”
“Perfect.”
After a moment, she sighs. “I gotta go.”
Please stay.
“Speak tomorrow.” I tap the window opening. “And remember to text me.”
“Okay, big guy.” Her tone is soft.
She pushes the car into drive, making her little car move slowly across the gravel; the crunches echo in the dark.
