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It’s a sign from my mom.
Her way of telling me that she’s happy for me. For us. That I’m on the right track. At least, that’s how I like to look at it.
“Let’s watch that,” I say, clapping my hands together.
“The Goonies? You like this one?”
I bob my head and smile. “It was my mom’s favorite,” I tell him. “I haven’t seen it in so long.”
He clicks the button but doesn’t start the movie, sitting quietly next to me, looking lost in thought.
I turn to face him, and his expression turns serious. I tilt my head to the side. “What’s wrong?”
“You know, you never really talk about her. Not now and barely back then. Other than her love for Jeeps, nothing.”
I raise a brow. “As if you ever talk about yours,” I challenge, knowing there is no comparison. We don’t talk about our parents for different reasons. At least where my mom’s concerned.
“It’s different. I have no good memories with mine. But you…and your mom…that’s different. From what I gathered back then, she was a good mom. You loved her.”
I nod at his statement. “She was.” Closing my eyes, I remember her, the way she used to smile down at me. How she’d sweep me into a hug that felt warm and perfect. A single hug from her could turn around a bad day. The love she had for me is what carried me through on the worst of days. I knew she was looking down on me with all the love in her heart, doing what she could to keep me safe.
She was warm and caring. So completely opposite of my dad.
“She taught me to love.”
Opening my eyes, I reach up and swipe a lone tear that fell.
He offers me a sad smile. “She must have been amazing.”
My lips remain pressed together, but I smile. “She was.” I huff, motioning toward the TV. “We used to watch old movies together all the time. It was our thing.” I shrug because I really didn’t want tonight to turn into me crying. Yet here we are.
“I remember you always liked them. Movies,” he clarifies.
“Still do. They remind me of her.” I smile, taking a cleansing breath. “She was my best friend. And then she was gone.”
He nods. “Cancer, right?”
“You remember.” I hold his stare, another tear building.
“I remember everything about you, Cass. Every word you ever told me as Pip…I remember.”
He looks at me intently, and I wonder what’s going through that head of his. Is he thinking the same crazy thoughts going through mine?
What are we doing here?
Is this more?
Do we have a future?
Do I want a future?
I do. I want nothing more than forever with him, but I’m too scared to say that. To admit it out loud. Because if he doesn’t feel the same way, it might break me in two.
It was one thing to work for him, then to sleep with him, but now I want forever, and I’m not sure he does.
“Same,” I say, hoping he can feel the truth in those words while simultaneously trying to get myself back on solid ground.
I lift my hand to run it through my hair, combing my fingers through the strands, and then place my arm down. My eyes catch on my sleeve, seeing that it’s rolled up.
