“So would I.”
He kisses my temple, and while everything he just said gives me a giddy, breathless feeling, something is bothering me. Gazing up at him, I ask, “Since I’ll be here for school for a few years, will you come visit me when you’re a hotshot hockey player taking the world by storm?”
He sends me a grin, his eyes burning into mine. “Every chance I get.”
My heart constricts in my chest. I don’t know why I even put my next question out there. Things are so good, but I ask, “So, we will break up when you leave?”
He stiffens beside me, and I look out in front of us. “I don’t know.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t want to, but you can’t build a gym everywhere I go.”
“Yeah, true.”
“I want to believe you and I will be forever, but I’m not naïve. You have a plan, and it’s a damn good one. I want to fit into it, but I wouldn’t.”
I chew on my lip. “And I wouldn’t try to fit you in there if it was going to mess with your career.”
“I know,” he murmurs. “But we don’t have to worry about that stuff right now.”
“Yeah.”
“So, hush,” he demands, and I beam up at him. “And kiss me like we have forever.”
I do, but I can’t ignore that gut-wrenching feeling in my soul.
We may not have forever, but I think I want it.