I’d meant to be delightful when Matthew left, sending him across the ocean with the sweetness of my kisses lingering on his lips, but unfortunately our parting took place at 4 a.m.
And so I was mainly half asleep, mumbly, and pathetic. I think I got my message across, though, especially when I wrapped my arms around his leg and wouldn’t let go.
“I’ll be back next Saturday,” he said, trying to sound exasperated and actually just laughing. “Please let go. I don’t want to be late.”
“No. I’m keeping you.”
“Niel.”
I whimpered tragically. “Promise you’ll come and see me straight away? As soon as you land?”
“It’s Jessica’s birthday. Have you forgotten?”
Oh s**t. Where had August gone? “Only technically.”
“How about”—he peeled my hand gently off his knee and gave it a squeeze—“I pick you
