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God, I’m going to miss times like this.
Graduation has come around quickly, and it’s crazy to think that after all these years, Jaz and I will be going our separate ways.
Reaching out, I wrap my arm around Willow’s neck and pull her closer.
“You okay?” She asks.
I smile, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Perfect.”
Chapter 38
Jayden Allen
“Don’t touch those,” I say, slapping Trent’s hand away.
The kitchen is loud, every teammate pattering in and out, hoping that Hayes has cooked up a perfect breakfast. Usually, this would be me, however, today I’m bringing Willow breakfast in bed.
We have been cramming for exams over the past few weeks, so there hasn’t been time for me to take her out on a proper date.
I’m jumping this obstacle by bringing the date to us. The boys have helped me keep Willow away from the backyard for the last two days, which has been difficult to say the least, because she knew something was up.
Aiden tsks. “He is very protective of blueberry pancakes, best to stay clear.”
“But I’m hungry,”
I shrug my shoulders while drizzling maple syrup over the pancakes. “Not my problem.”
Groans fill the kitchen until Hayes pulls out the bacon and eggs.
I don’t linger, carrying the plate of blueberry pancakes to Willow’s bedroom. The two of us have practically moved into this room, as it is bigger and has an ensuite.
Willow is leaning against the headboard, my Lakewood jersey clinging to her skin. Fuck me. The plate nearly slips from my hands at the sight.
She is fucking beautiful. I could never look away from her. Red hair cascades, strands hitting her collarbone while her hazel eyes brighten when our gazes meet. I stride toward Willow, capturing her lips.
She pulls back, eyes flicking to the breakfast in my hand.
“Is that for me?”
I place it on her lap. “Of course, Sweetheart. I hate blueberries,”
She smiles, pink splattering on her cheeks. “Thank you. You didn’t need to do this.”
I slide back under the covers, on the left side of the bed. “And you need to accept that I want to do these things for you, okay?”
Willow’s lips curve, despite her obvious attempt to hide it. “Fine. I’m just not used to it,”
Scooting closer, I wrap my arm behind her neck and plant a kiss of her forehead. “I know, besides, today is a special day.”
Willow glares at me. “You’re not one of those people that celebrate one-month anniversaries, are you? Because if you are, I’m afraid–”
I bite her ear lobe, eliciting a gasp. “Eat your pancakes, Red. What I mean is I’m taking you on a date.”
She pauses with the fork still in her mouth. She swallows, her gaze remaining on me. “Really?”
“Yes, our exams are nearly finished, so I figured now was the best time.”
Willow flashes me a bright smile, and I feel on top of the fucking world.
