16
Peyton
Isaac Donoghue had come to New York for me.
My mind was still reeling. I’d thought about him and pined over him for years after he told me to leave to go to New York. It had been the right decision. But he was my first love, my first everything. I hadn’t wanted to let him go, and my heart never left him behind.
It was different, knowing that he felt the same. That he’d wanted to make it work, but once again, he’d chosen my happiness over his. And now, we had this moment. I refused to waste it.
We exited the ballroom and grabbed my jacket from the coat check. I switched out jackets with him, pulling him on instead, as I headed toward the parking lot, but Isaac stopped me and held up a hotel key.
I raised my eyebrows. “Did you get a room?”
He shrugged. Not at all sheepish, l
