Page 22 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I’m almost done with my song.

Excitement soars in my chest. He’s been working on the same song for the past month, but he refuses to show me. All I know is the title.

I’m Still Yours.

Hadley

Does that mean you’re finally going to show it to me?

Kane

It’s not ready yet.

Hadley

I swear you’ve been saying that for like a century and a half. At this rate, I’ll STILL be begging by the time my birthday rolls around next week.

Kane

Well, then, maybe it’ll be your birthday present.

Hadley

OR you could show me now.

Kane

Easy there, Little Miss Impatient. Last I checked, you won’t show me your new painting either.

He has a point.

In all fairness, the painting I’m working on is very special to me. It’s the first time I’ve ever attempted to paint a person instead of an object or scenery. And it’s not finished—not even close—but it inspires me.

Kane inspires me.

I can only hope that he won’t be weirded out once he realizes the person I’m painting is him.

I’ve kept the painting covered up until now, but I’m always afraid he’s going to look at it when I’m not there.

Hadley

Fine, I’m sorryyy. I’m just so impatient.

Kane

Don’t be. I’m impatient, too.

Hadley

About what?

His next message makes my heart skip a beat.

Kane

Seeing you tonight.

Two words.