In theory.
He moves closer. "You're the smartest, strongest person I know."
The compliment warms my cheeks and chest.
Even if it's not true. I'm not strong. Certainly not as strong as Emma.
But I'm not going to argue. I'm not willing to offer the details to explain it.
He opens his mouth to say something but the timer's beep cuts him off.
Refresh.
Registration Available.
Yes.
I add each class to my schedule. Latin Mondays and Wednesdays at ten. American Literature after lunch. Chemistry and Creative writing Tuesday and Thursday. Recitation Monday and Tuesday afternoons.
There.
It's done.
Brendon smiles as he offers me his hand.
I take it.
Squeeze tightly.
Move the cursor over submit.
Click.
Congratulations.
It's done.
And I'm officially a college student.
I jump to my feet.
Brendon gets to his.
Wraps his arms around me.
It doesn't feel like a platonic hug.
But it feels too good for me to complain.
Chapter Twenty
Kaylee
It's well past midnight when I finally float down from my high. I'm not sure exactly why I'm buzzing. If it's mostly because of his arms around me or if it's mostly nerves about school.
But I don't really care.
I need both.