Page 81 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“Hey.” I laugh and give her hand a soft swat. “Be nice. Anyway, I was thinking…” Nerves hold my vocal cords hostage. “Would you … uh … want to be my girlfriend?”
“You want me to be your girlfriend?”
My brows furrow, confused as to why she sounds so surprised. “Well, yeah. I like you. A lot. And we’ve been spending so much time together, I thought … well, I thought this is where we were headed.”
“Iwantto be your girlfriend,” she says, and I perk up. “But I thought … you’re graduating and going to college. I’m still going to be in high school. I don’t want to hold you back from…” She shrugs. “Exploring.”
“Exploring?” I ask dumbly.
“Other girls. College girls.”
Oh.“Oh.”I shake my head rapidly. “No, I don’t want that. You’re the only girl I think about.”
She smiles and her shoulders relax. “Really?”
“Yeah, really,” I chuckle, grazing my fingers over her cheek as I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. I lean and kiss her. “You’re all I want.”
She giggles lightly. “Then I guess I’m your girlfriend.”
God, I love the sound of that.
“Say it again,” I beg, leaning in to graze my lips on her cheek.
“I’m your girlfriend.”
I kiss her fully on her perfect mouth and she melts beneath me. I smile into the kiss.
The girl of my dreams is mine.
CHAPTER 26
HARLOW
Jameson settles into the bed beside me with his laptop. I send a questioning glance his way. “What’s with the computer?”
Jae never comes to bed with his computer. He’s always been serious about keeping electronics out of the bedroom. We rarely even use my TV that sits on the dresser.
“I wanted to show you a few houses,” he says, bringing up Zillow.
“Oh?” I arch a brow and sit up. “Why? Are you moving?”
He chuckles and amusement has him squinting behind his glasses. “I thought we could maybe look at some houses together?”
“You were serious about that?” I nearly choke on my own words. “I thought you were kidding.”
“Yeah, I was serious,” he laughs, clearly amused by me.
“Jae,” his name practically sputters out of me. “You have to be kidding.”
His brows furrow and he closes his laptop. His lips open and close as he struggles to figure out something to say. “You’re mad?”
“I’m notmad, but I’m just confused. We haven’t had a proper conversation about this. I can’tafforda house. I don’t have enough in savings for a down payment. I don’t?—”
“But I do,” he says. “I’ve been putting money back for a while. I mean, this is California so I won’t be able to afford anything spectacular, at least not yet, but maybe something that’s a bit of a fixer upper that we could turn into a home.”
I feel light-headed.
The bedroom spins around me.
