Jack’s POV
I don’t know how or why she forgave me, I don’t know how or why this is happening, and I certainly don’t know for sure that it’s a good idea. All I know is that I’m going to fall asleep tonight next to the girl I love, and when I wake up in the morning, I’ll wake up knowing that I’ll never see her again. If she wants our final moments together to be spent making love, then that’s what we’re going to do.
Her body has changed in the year we’ve been apart. It’s weaker, undoubtedly as a result of the bed rest she’s been put under because of both her gunshot wound and her heartache. It’s thinner than I remember, too, though her curves have still rounded and filled out more, the way most teenagers’ bodies do as they enter womanhood.
My eyes linger on the scar from her bullet wou
