Page 42 of From Me to You

“Nothing is wrong,” I said as I leaned in to keep my empty ice cream carton on the floor, which he took from my hands and placed on the tea table. “I am sad.”

Jay was on me in a second. “Why?” His brows furrowed.

“Because I can’t touch you all week now,” I whined

Jay threw his head back and laughed.

“It is not funny.”

He only laughed louder.

“I can’t believe the universe decided to screw me three ways today. I want to be in your arms.”

Jay smiled as he got up and carefully lifted me up from the couch. He settled back on the couch and laid me gently in his arms.

“There you go.”

I grinned like a fool. I had this boy wrapped around my pinky finger. I listened to his heartbeat as I asked, “Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes, is that even a question at this point?” Jay ran his fingers through my hair in soft, gentle strokes.

“Would you buy me a diamond bracelet when you get rich?” I joked.

“Yes, that and a lot more.”

“A lot more. Like what?” I was confused.

“First off, I would buy a house for you, for us, and for our family that we will have in the future,” he admitted.

“You mean our children?”

“Yes, assuming you want them. I am okay either way. All I want is you.”

That statement did something to my heart. I buried my face in his neck as I peppered soft kisses along the way. I imagined having kids with Jay. Oh my God, our kids were going to be so beautiful given the genes their father carried.

“Yes, I want kids. I want six of them,” I declared.

Jay’s eyes widened. “Six?”

“Yes, six of them.” I grinned.

“We need to practice a lot then,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Says the guy who wants to take things slow.”

“I don’t want you to regret anything. You are still young,” he said.

“I am eighteen, an adult, and only eight months younger than you, Jay.” I rolled my eyes at him. “You literally slept with half of the girls in school way before that,” I said as I felt a wave of jealousy for all the girls who had touched him before me.

“I am not very proud of that.”

“Okay, I forgive you.” I joked, sticking out my tongue.

He laughed. “You will be the death of me.”

“Good death or bad death?”

“The sweetest death,” he announced.