Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Phoebe bursts into uncontrollable giggles, squirming as we both shower her with kisses.
“I know you love me! Duh!” she laughs. Then, in typical Phoebe fashion, she makes things uncomfortable. “But do you love your girlllfriend?”
The question takes me by surprise—shock—and I feel a rush of nerves as Easton glances at me over Phoebe’s head.
Our eyes meet.
He nods. “Yeah. I do. I love my girlfriend.”
Seriously. Holy crap.
My breath catches. This is the first time someone other than my family or Macy has said they loved me, and I’m rooted to my spot in the pool next to Phoebe, who’s caught up in giggles.
“Good,” I say, my heart in my throat. “Because I love my boyfriend.”
Phoebe the drama queen bobs up and down, water up to her neck.
“You guys are so mushy.”
Easton laughs, pulling her into a quick hug and kissing the top of her head. “That’s what love is, Phoebs. Mushy.”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t fight the hug, eventually wriggling free to splash us both again.
We float there, the three of us, in this perfect moment.
Well.
Not completely perfect; I didn’t wanted to get wet, and now, I look like a drowned rat. My hair is plastered to my head, and I can feel the water dripping down my face.
“You know,” I say quietly, “a wise woman once said, ‘If you like someone, let them go. If they come back to you…take them to prom.’ ”
“Was that wise woman you?”
I laugh. “Maybe.”
“Well, good thing I came back to you, huh?”
It sure is.
“Lucky you,” I boldly say.
“Yeah—lucky me,” he echoes.
Life is good.