There were times Kadie surprised herself how comfortable she was around him. There were a few butterflies, but everything seemed to flow so easily, as if they’d always been together, or perhaps they were always meant to be. She smiled at the thought and glanced at the book. Roses. So sentimental, how could she not love him? She got dressed, putting the book in her book bag, and returned to the small box he’d hidden underneath it. She opened it up to find a heart on a chain, and a handwritten note, ‘is go deo maith’
She put on the necklace, blinked back tears that threatened to ruin her fresh make-up (waterproof my ass), folded the note and stuck it in her keepsake box, then went to find her Toby.
“What does it mean?”
“You should know, you said it.” He teased, kissing her on the nose.
She squinted. “It’s Irish right?”
“You red-headed devil. C’mon tell me.”
“I’ll tell you when you get out of your classes today, I promise.” His arms wrapped around her waist, comfortably, perfectly.
“Grrrrr… are we late yet?” she relaxed her arms around his neck.
“We’ve got a few minutes still. Why?”
He leaned in close, the faint scent of roses intoxicating him. “You are so demanding.” His lips covered hers.
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