Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“I’m only going to let that slide because I know you’re acting out.”
He’s right, and I slump.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I just … hate this.”
“We know.” Prescott leans forward and clasps my shoulder.
“And you’re not quitting,” Kit adds. “You should look at this time apart to learn everything you possibly can from your uncle so that when you move, you’re prepared.”
“How can I do that if I still have to finish my law degree?”
“Well, when you don’t have two boyfriends taking up all your time, you should be free to work all day and study all night.”
I can hear the smile in Prescott’s voice.
“Fine. I’ll suck it up, finish my degree, and become a boss at work.”
“Doesn’t at all sound too ambitious,” Prescott says.
“You definitely won’t burn out,” Kit adds.
I throw up my hands in defeat. “I don’t understand what you both want me to do.”
“We want you to realize that it’s not all or nothing with us.” Kit’s using his soothing tone, but it’s not working.
I’m still uptight, and I can’t help thinking that I’m about to walk away from the best thing to ever happen to me. Is it so wrong of me to want to hold on to it?
“We’ll be here for you no matter what. The distance will suck, but so will throwing away your plans for your career when we have forever ahead of us to work with.”
Theoretically, I know all this. If Peyton had contemplated giving up his NFL dream for Levi, I would’ve smacked him upside the head. Our dads would’ve put a hit out on Levi. But Peyton never once thought of risking his career like I am.
If I don’t graduate law school, I’ll look like a quitter. Just because my uncle owns the firm I work for, that doesn’t mean he won’t be hard on me when I make mistakes. If anything, he’ll go harder because he can’t show any nepotism. I need my last year of law school so I can understand my job better.
Kit takes the exit toward the airport, but when we reach the short-term parking lot, I tell him to keep driving.
“Go to the drop-off zone.”
“We won’t be able to get out and—”
“I know. I think it’ll be better that way.” It won’t be better this way, but maybe I won’t have a complete breakdown if it’s quick.
Kit pulls in behind another car unloading people and bags, but I don’t open my door. Shit, maybe I should’ve made Kit go to the parking lot.
He reaches over the center console and takes hold of my forearm. “I will see you in a few weeks.”
Prescott’s hand lands on my shoulder. “And I’ll see you on video calls and whenever you get a break in school.”
“We’re still going to be there for you,” Kit says, and I know they will.
I’ve done this before, and I can do it again. I just don’t want to.
“I love you,” Kit says. Fuck, that doesn’t help. Why did he have to say it now?
Prescott leans forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “I feel the same way. I’m in love with you. Both of you. We’re going to make this work.”
That doesn’t help either.
I take a deep breath and try to hold back from whimpering. “I love you guys too.”
Kit smiles. “Then we’re already halfway there.”
“You better not have just referenced a Bon Jovi song,” Prescott says.
I need to get out of this car. “Okay, I’m going.” Yet, I don’t move.
Prescott snorts. “Yeah, looks like it.”
Why is this so hard?
“Want me to go find a parking space after all? Because you’re going to have to decide. Security is heading this way.”
Get it over with, I tell myself.
I open the car door and get out. Prescott shoves my duffle bag through to the front seat so I can grab it, and then I’m ready. All I have to do is close the door.
Rip it off like a Band-Aid.
I do it and walk away, but as I do, I realize why I hate Band-Aids. They sting like a bitch.
I put off coming back to New York and left it so late that by the time I flew in last night, I crashed as soon as I got home and had to head to my first lecture this morning.
Uncle Damon told me to check in with him when I’m back, so instead of answering his rhetorical I guess you’re not going back to school this week? Are you still alive? texts, I go into the office after my last lecture of the day. I only had the two, so it’s just after lunch that I get there.
When I knock on his office door, there’s a man standing next to him. He’s younger than Uncle Damon, probably around Kit and Prescott’s age, and he’s damn attractive. Caramelly colored hair, amazing jawline, but he’s still nothing compared to my guys. Who I apparently can’t get out of my head even when I’m innocently checking out another man.