Chapter Thirty-One
Emma
Before going downstairs the next morning, I packed my clothes and called my parents to let them know I was coming home. My mother promised to make spaghetti, since she hadn’t seen me in weeks. I couldn’t wait to see them. Knowing Preston was about to lose his father made me appreciate having my parents even more. I didn’t want to take for granted the time I had with those I loved.
When I found Preston in the kitchen, he’d already cooked breakfast. “Smells good,” I said, watching the muscles in his back ripple every time he moved.
He glanced at me over his shoulder and smiled. “Sit down and I’ll make you a plate.” The plate he set down in front of me was filled with eggs, bacon, and grits. My stomach growled and I ate every bite of it before he even sat down to j
