Page 102 of The Prospect

“I suppose,” I comply within an instant, infected by his warmth. “But…I don’t want to think about history right now. I lived in the past for far too long, now…” I tilt my head to peer up at his face and into those deep brown eyes. “I’m more than happy focusing on the present.”

Green smiles softly down at me, brushing his hand along the apples of my cheeks while planting tender kisses into my hair every now and then.

It’s peaceful…serene, and we stay like this for a while. Cuddled up together, basking in the silence or his melodic sweetnothings. Because after the rollercoaster we just went through together, Lord knows that a little serenity? It’s much needed.

It’s been two weeks since my birthday…orthe day,as I like to call it in my head.

The day that everything changed.

The day that fifteen years of history finally taught us both a lesson, but most importantly…the day that Greenie and Haze officially becameGreenie and Haze.

It’s absolute bliss.

“You know,” I break the silence with the one thing I can’t seem to break free from my mind. “A part of me can’t believe that if you hadn't suggested your little silly plan, Green, maybe all of this might never have happened.”

Green stares down at me carefully. “What are you on about?” he asks. “What silly little plan?”

“You know, the one that nearly cost us our friendship?” I joke, though it’s partly serious. “The plan… It was ridiculous.”

“Notthatridiculous,” Green counters with. “I mean…it worked. Did it not?”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “Are we having two completely separate conversations right now?”

“Not in the slightest.” Green shakes his head. “The plan…the steps, they worked, Haze. Haven’t you put that together by now?”

I run my fingers along my forehead in thought, but still, nothing comes to me. I’ve never been so lost in my life.

“You’re making no sense right now, Green,” I tell him in all seriousness. “No sense at all.”

“Oh, I’m making sense, Hazel.” Green sits up, guiding me to do the same. I crisscross my legs, and rather than lying against his chest, we sit face to face this time. “Would you like me to explain?”

I bite down on my lip. “Enlighten me.”

“Fine. Let’s start with step one, shall we? Catch their attention,” he recites.

“Oh, I remember, Green. You caught Amira’s attention by scoring a goal, and I caught Hart’s attention after buying that dress.”

“That dress…right.” Green runs a seductive hand along his bottom lip, lighting me ablaze almost instantaneously. I swallow to suppress it. “Well…let’s just say that Hart’s attention wasn’t the only attention you caught whilst wearing that…little number.”

Green’s admittance practically turns my face beat red in an instant. I hide behind my palm to conceal it, but he pulls my hand back and brings it toward his lips with a smirk.

“You don’t mean that,” I deny the confession, though the look he flashes tells me I’m wrong. I’m so wrong.

“Oh, I do.” He slowly kisses my palm, convincing me with the ways of his lips. “That dress, Hazel… Fuck. It was doing things to me and you didn’t even seem to notice.”

Despite his persistence to maintain eye contact, I pull back, knowing all too well that if we stay locked in like this any longer this story is going to get cut short real quickly, and this ending? I want to hear.

“Fine, but that’s only step one, Green.” I brush aside the sheer coincidence of the two actions lining up. “There were still four other steps that we mapped out?—”

“Step two.” He wastes no time jumping right into it. “Do a romantic gesture, AKA, the flowers…flower,” he reminds me of the single-stem rose he left on my bed with that note.

I couldn't not get my favorite girl one too.

- Greenie

“Sure, I never intended for it to be overtly romantic,” he confesses, “but I guess you could say it ticked the box.”

Ticked the box? I scoff internally.

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