Senior Year
FALL
Autumn
“Senior year, Green. You ready?”
I tighten my leg around Ezra’s and ignore the piece of hay stabbing me in the back. “Um—you know I’m ready. Are you ready for New York?”
“ Um ,” he says, mimicking my sarcastic tone. “You know I am.” Ezra tickles my side, pinching my hips and making me shriek.
“Ezra!” I gulp, smacking his chest and making him stop. “I’m serious.”
“Yes,” he says, on his side, peering over at me. “I’m ready.”
“You’ll follow me anywhere?” I bat my lashes and tease in a very obnoxious Southern accent—nowhere near as adorable as Dessie’s.
“I will,” he says, leaning in and pressing a sweet, simple kiss to my lips. He’s so serious despite my teasing. “But tonight, I better get you home.”
I inch my body a little closer to his and tighten my hold on his leg even more, ensuring I am close enough to smell the mint on Ezra’s breath. “Five more minutes. Please. ”
His brows raise, but I know he’ll give in to me. “Five.”
I reach up and wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. I plan to kiss Ezra every day for the rest of my life. He’s mine and I’m his. If there’s one thing in this world I can believe in, it’s us. “I love you, Ezra Bennett.”
“I love you back, Green.”