I glanced toward my window. “Guess we’re in trouble, huh?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I texted my mother a couple of hours ago and told her we got held up and, uh, were stuck at Brent’s without a ride home.”
“Shit, really?”
“She was all about coming for me, but I told her that I’d be home for breakfast, and for whatever reason, she let it go.”
Monroe exhaled a shaky breath and her lower lip trembled. “What if we don’t see each other again? What if you go back to school and fall into your old life and forget all about me? What if all of this slips by as if it never happened and I don’t get the chance to be with you again?”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
A tear slipped down her cheek. “How do you know?”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “Because I promise it won’t.”
A heartbeat passed between us.
“Nathan?”
“Huh?” I trailed kisses down her neck and it was hard for me to think straight. Hard for me to even hear the words she was saying.
“I love you.”
“I know.”
“Nathan?”
“Yeah, babe.” I was reaching for her mouth. Wanting one more taste.
“Do you think we can do it one more time…you know, since we’re in trouble already?”
After that, there was no more talking. After that, there was just the two of us, struggling to stay inside the little cocoon we’d created.
And for now, that was good enough.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Monroe
My gram told me once when I was eleven that I could do anything. She’d been very matter of fact as she poured us each an iced tea on a steamy afternoon.
It was the kind of afternoon when the air sizzled and stuck to the insides of your clothes. The kind of afternoon that made your skin clammy and your muscles lazy. I remember that the birds were quiet but the locusts chimed like mini buzz saws.
Funny, the things that you remember, and the things that you can’t forget no matter how hard you try.
I think about that now and it seems so long ago.
I’ve learned a lot since that summer. I’ve learned that tragedy can strike when you least expect it. That life can disappear.
But I’ve also learned that life goes on. The world still turns, and every morning, the sun still rises. I learned that while pain and regret can burrow beneath your skin like a parasite, there is always hope.
We just have to be patient and lucky enough to find it. Or if you’re like me, it finds you.
Nathan Everets was my hope and I knew that I was his. He was right. Together we could do anything.
It just sucked that our together was going to end in about ten minutes.
“Flight 247, New Orleans to New York, now boarding.”