Chapter Twenty-Two
Beth
New Year’s Eve was amazing.
Jacob took me to a nice restaurant—I wore a dress—then we went back to the hotel and rang in 2003 in bed.
Hours later, I was still deliciously sore in places I didn’t know I had before.
Morning was bittersweet. He had to fly out that day. Classes started on Monday for both of us.
Like last time at LAX, we clung to each other until he was out of time. “This sucks.”
“I know. I’m going to miss you so much.”
“Don’t forget to call, okay? I know you’re gonna get busy, but—”
“I won’t, I swear. How could I forget my Bethie?” He kissed me again.
Squeezing my eyes shut tight to keep the tears in, I tried to pour the next three months into one kiss. He moaned before breaking away.
“I have to go, love.”
“I know. Call me when you land.”
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