Chapter 43
“Oh, my God, Cory,” he breathed, grabbed me by my upper arms, and hauled me into a standing position. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly serious.” I pulled up the hem of his T-shirt and laid my palms against his soft tummy.
He leaned down and rested his forehead against mine. “Then I’d better start writing a new verse for our song. The one about how I marry the boy with cinnamon eyes.”
“Yes.”
I raised my head to kiss him but was interrupted by Pops entering the waiting room. He walked toward us with purpose and a spring in his step. And most importantly: a wide smile on his face.
THE ENDPromise Me We’ll Be Okay
Dedication
Thank you, Sunny, for providing great ass-kicking when I needed it. Addison and Amy, I couldn’t do it without you. And as always, to my family.
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Three knocks on the door were all it took to demolish my carefully reconstructed world. Three raps, seemingly as innocent as rapid beats to a snare drum, but that turned out to be more like explosions.