Page 100 of Sixty Days Of Summer

I stand upright and shift my focus to Kit. "Kit, could you please forward me the label's contact information. I would like to make the call myself."

She smirks and nods. “Okay.”

I turn and walk toward the door, not bothering to glance at anyone in the room. My hand grips the handle, and with a sharp yank, I throw it open. Without a second look, I step through and slam it shut with a resounding crash, leaving the tension behind me

I storm into my room and drop onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The anger still simmers, tight and raw, twisting in my gut. My entire life, they’ve made decisions for me—decided what’s best, without even asking what I wanted. How many choices did I never know about because they were too busy controlling everything? I let out a long, frustrated breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside.

The door swings open, and Ace walks in, grinning like a damn fool. “You know how fucking hot that was, right?” he says, dropping down beside me on the bed. I can’t help but let out a breath, the tension in my chest loosening a bit just from his presence.

He shifts, pulling me gently by the waist until I’m lying on top of him. His lips meet mine in a soft, lingering kiss, and I melt into him.

“I don’t think those two assholes will be prying into your life any time soon after that,” Ace says with a chuckle. “I never thought I’d see the day when Theo was speechless.”

I can’t help but smile at how happy he is over such a small victory. Resting my chin on his chest, I feel the comforting warmth of his body beneath me. “I swear, sometimes they think I'm stupid, Ace,” I say. Ace’s gaze never wavers from mine, his hand propped under his head as though he’s hanging on every word. “I get that labels exploit you, work you to the bone. But what those two idiots don’t seem to understand is that they had their shot all those years ago. I’ve never had mine—not like you guys did.”

“So, you’re going to do it?” Ace asks, his fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“Yeah, I want to,” I say, my voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Good,” he replies.

But then a thought strikes me, and I hesitate. “Did Kit mention where the label is based?”

Ace raises an eyebrow. “Nah, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know,” I admit, exhaling slowly. We touched on the idea of the future that night at the rooftop restaurant, but it feels too soon to dive into it now. I don’t want to push him or rush us into something we're not ready for.

“Just say whatever’s on your mind, Scar,” he encourages, gently.

“Why do you think—”

“Because I can tell,” he interrupts. “Like how you get this little crease in your forehead when something is weighing on you.”

I take a moment, trying to piece everything together. Finally, I look up, meeting his eyes. “What if it’s back in New York? What if we never get to see each other?”

I lower my gaze, feeling the weight of uncertainty settle in. Long-distance relationships are never easy, and I can’t shake the fear that, eventually, he’ll grow tired of waiting for me.

Without saying a word, he rolls us in the bed, positioning himself on top of me. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and he gently cradles my face in his hands. His eyes lock onto mine—intense and filled with passion.

“So what if it is? There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about anyway,” he says firmly.

I start to wonder what could be making him so serious, the shift in his demeanor making me worry.

“Scar,” he starts, his voice thick with raw emotion. “You’re my fucking everything. I don’t want anyone else but you. If you end up on the other side of the world, I’ll cross oceans to be with you. I want you to chase your dreams with everything you’ve got, and if that means we’re apart for a bit, then so be it. But know this—I’ll be right there with you, every single step of the way. I’m not going anywhere, no matter where life takes us. I promise you that there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go. I’m all in, and I’m not backing down. I fucking love you, Scar. Like I’ve never loved anyone else in my life. You’re my everything, my fucking life.” He takes a deep breath, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “And I want you to move into my house with me. Let’s make this real, Scar. No more doubts, just us.”

My heart pounds in my chest as his words hit me like a wave, knocking the air out of me. He’s so sure, so raw, and it feels like everything inside me is being pulled toward him. I blink, trying to process the weight of his confession, of the intensity in his eyes, the love and devotion etched in every syllable.

"Are you serious?" I breathe out, my voice barely a whisper, the question hanging between us.

He nods, his grip tightening on me, but there’s no hesitation in his touch. "More than I’ve ever been about anything."

At that moment, all my doubts and fears dissolve into nothing. What remains is the unwavering certainty of his loveand the unspoken promise of a future together—no matter the distance between us.

My heart races as I stare at the number on my phone, my thumb hovering over the call button. The seconds feel like an eternity. The label—Neon Records— is right there, but the fear of what’s about to come holds me in place, frozen in uncertainty.

“Just do it,” Ace encourages, echoing his words from the last two times I hesitated.

I meet his gaze, the fire in his eyes grounding me as I take a steadying breath. This is it. With a burst of determination, I press the button.

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