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I held out my arms wide, grinning. “This much?” I asked.

“Ahh, much more than that.”

“Jay, who is your favorite person in the whole wide world?”

“You, ma’am.”

I giggled as he gripped my waist, lifted me off my feet, and ran to the car. We cleaned up as much as we could. Jay turned up the car heat and pulled out one of his old t-shirts from the back. Hetried to dry me with it as much as he could and pulled it over my head, keeping me warm.

I slept the whole way back home, tired from all our activities. He woke me up gently as he parked outside my driveway.

“We are here,” he said softly.

“Hmm,” I said in a groggy voice.

“I have never felt this way before, and it scares me,” he said.

I was suddenly awake as I turned to see him staring at the road in front of him.

“Me too,” I whispered.

“I never planned to fall in love. I never planned to meet you. But you came crashing into my life, looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes, looking at me like I had hung up all the stars in your sky. It terrifies me sometimes to think about losing you. What if you leave me?” he said, his voice trembling.

“I would be dead if I left you,” I said quietly.

His eyes flashed to mine.

“I would. I have somehow intertwined all that I am and all that I feel with you. I am intertwined with you. Forever, and no one can change that,” I vowed.

“Forever, uh?” Jay grinned

“Forever,” I promised.

CHAPTER 11

We had our first official fight as a couple. The fight itself wasn’t as big a deal as I made it out to be now that I think about it. But still, I considered it our first fight ever. Maybe I was proud of the fact that we had a fight for some reason. Because a fight meant that we were real. It meant that our relationship was progressing and growing stronger.

It was a Monday when it all started to go down. I officially hated Mondays more than I had ever before. They needed to be banned. I was walking with Jay to school that Monday.

“Jay, do you like honey?”

He looked at me with bewildered eyes. “You are so weird. But yes, I like honey.”

“Okay.”

“So that’s it?”

“What?” I mumbled, lost in thought.

“Why did you ask?”

“Why did I ask what? I don’t understand.”

Jay looked at me like I was crazy. I probably was.

“Why did you ask me if I liked honey?” he asked.

“Oh, that. I was thinking about how honey bees make honey, so I thought I would ask you.”