“Tell me, how many girls have you been practicing with since I’ve been gone?” I teased. He chuckled, only chuckled and I said “Never mind, don’t answer that,”
“Why? Are you jealous?” He asked, as if begging for a positive answer.
I looked up at him and then said, “I have no one to be jealous of,” with confidence in my voice. After everything that we had been through on top of his confession at my parents’ house, I knew that he was mine.
“That’s right you don’t, because no one can compare to you in my heart,” he said.
My face flushed and I couldn’t help but smile. It was one thing to know it, but another for him to say it out loud. “Remember that,” I teased. I then sat up and wrapped a blanket around me intending to take a shower and get dressed before anyone came back. I had no idea ho
