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“I’ll be da the engine “Don’t you dare go throwing your dreams away on my account”

Wyatt Buchanan is a lot of things Selfish is the least of them

Reaching for the driver’s side door, he props it open, keeping it ajar with his booted foot

“Who’s the quiet one now?” he asks Nodding toward the line shack, he gives et your ass inside so I can show you how o”

I slide out,him by the entry as he tends to the combination lock—his birthday, my birthday, and the day we first met The door creaks open a second later, and he leads me inside by the hand

In an instant, he backs ainst the closest wall His lips findThethat ood use

Moonlight spills in through the western , highlighting our silhouettes just enough to ensure we don’t trip over the rocking chair on our way to the bed Scooping me into his arms, he carries me to the lumpy mattress as I slip his favorite old co-op hat off his head and run h his sandy blond waves His daddy always teases hi on the strands that curl around his ears and stop barely above his shoulders and calling hireen eyes with the fringe of dark lashes, his diht for the sorest of eyes

I iine he’d have cut his locks by now had I not protested

He leaves the for me

Wyatt does a lot of things for me

Pinning ainst thekisses downthe he his tongue alongthe top button of my jean skirt

Staring at the black ceiling, I close my eyes and let my mind wander It’s difficult to enjoy this, to be present for Wyatt, when our carefree days together are liot all the tiraduate froh school, and reality slaps you in the face

These suhts are all we have—and they’re numbered

Lately I can’t stop thinking about what it’ll be like once I leave and coe? What if he s I make him feel and then some? What if I meet someone?

We’re both naked now, though I have no recollection of who re and in what order—I’ve been too busy conjuring up a laundry list of what-ifs and worst-case scenarios