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“Do we really need sticky buns too?” She stares up at me like I’m crazy. We already had so much food today.
“So, I tried this place last week. Their sticky buns taste just like the ones we always got down the shore. They reminded me of the memories we made each summer.”
I take the white box from the woman and hold my hand out to Sav. When she places her hand in mine, I grin and lead her out of the store.
“Do you remember how we used to take the red and white string off the box and make bracelets out of it?”
“Yeah, I do.” My grin spreads even wider. “We used to see how long the bracelets would last. Whoever’s came off first, had to buy the other person ice cream.”
“I think we need to do it again.” She nudges me with her shoulder.
I place the box on an empty table in the park and grab my pocket knife. Carefully cutting the string, I measure pieces large enough for our wrists and then slip the knife back into my pocket.
“Give me your wrist.”
I take the string and gently tie it around her wrist. I tug on it a few times to make sure it isn't going to fall off. Then, I hold out the other piece to her and give her my arm. Her small fingers graze my skin as she ties it around.
“This is perfect. I’ll think of you every time I look at my wrist once I go back to school.” She smiles.
“And I’ll continue thinking of you every second of the day.” I make a face at her and she bursts out laughing.
“You sound like such a stalker.”
“If I were a stalker, I’d suck at it. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to make your presence known if you’re stalking someone.”
“That’s true… I guess you’re just a creepy neighbor.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she takes off at a run, giggling the entire time.
I chuckle and grab the box before I take off after her.
Chapter 25
Savannah
The time I spent with Nixon today was… perfect. In the beginning, it was a little awkward, but we’re finally finding our way back to how things used to be. And because of that, I feel myself quickly falling for him all over again.
Every time he aimed one of his dimple filled grins my way, my heart stuttered and skipped a beat. When his gaze locked on me, I felt my skin heat under the attention, but I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want the day to end. I still don’t.
But there’s something I need to do.
Savannah: I don’t feel like this message really needs to be sent, but I want to make sure there are no misunderstandings. We’re over. When I get back to school, I’ll pack up any of your things from my apartment and drop them off at your dorm. I’d appreciate it if you could have a box of my things waiting for me.
Chad: You’re making a mistake, babe.
Savannah: I'm really not, Chad. The biggest mistake I ever made was dating you. I hope you have fun with Devon.
As soon as I hit send, I mute the conversation. I know he’ll continue texting me and I don’t want to hear any of it. I didn’t text him because I wanted to talk, I did it because I want to be single and I wouldn’t feel single until we officially ended things.
It sounds stupid, but for some reason the thought of anything happening between Nixon and me felt wrong until I talked to Chad. But now there’s nothing holding me back.
I quickly check to see what time it is, then toss my phone on the nightstand. I don’t want to be here right now. I want to be with Nixon.
Climbing out of bed, I quietly creep onto the balcony and peek through the French door leading to his room. He’s lying in the center of the bed with one arm tucked behind his head. He looks so peaceful, so perfect.
I debate on knocking, but decide to try the handle first. If it’s locked, I’ll knock, otherwise I'm just going to let myself in and hope he doesn’t mind.
The handle twists easily and I tip toe into his room. After the door is shut, I turn around to face him again. I'm surprised to find him awake. Nixon props himself up on his elbows and watches me with sleepy eyes.
“What’s going on?”
