I’d actually been able to forget about it. Spring break was getting closer, and apart from school, his family, me, our friends, were all preoccupied with the preparations and buildup to Lucy’s wedding. It was only a week out, and while seeing him again, knowing what I had to say, filled me with dread, I was ready to get it out in the open. I was prepared for him to be angry. I was ready for him to shout or pull away or even say he needed a few days to process. I wasn’t ready for him to call. I hit connect, and his face popped up on my screen. His expression was serious, but it had been for the last few weeks—ever since we’d talked about his mother and her relationship with his dad. “One more week.” I stretched on the bed, finding it impossible to hide my smile. “This is the longest we’ve ever been apart. I expect you glued to my side the entire weekend.” He didn’t respond, and I propped my head up to gaze at his sweet face. His blue eyes set off dramatically by his dark hair and tanned skin.
