"That was a good sermon." Huxley grabs my hand as we walk out of the tiny church with white flaking paint bordering the edge of the woods in Pelican Bay.
I nod with a smile. "It was." The pastor talked about commitments and how we all take leaps of faith. I'm almost positive he didn't direct it at me, but it felt like he did. I've been nagging myself with this decision over the last two days, but the answer is out there.
I need to take a leap of faith in Huxley. No more going back on my decision. He is it for me and there's no room to waffle any longer.
Friday night at the club we faced one another on the dance floor as the music lowered. The strobe lights reflected off Huxley's face, and he told me to say the words.
And I did. Using confidence I haven't quite found since, I stared int
