Once the ending credits rolled, I left Taylor for the bathroom to take a shower. I pulled the curtain closed, relieved not to be in the same room with him for a while.

Does that mean I’m not ready to move in?

As I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, I cursed myself for knowing exactly how many times I had thought I couldn’t be away from Taylor one more day and how many times I had lain in bed while wishing to God he were with me.

Unbelievable. I was annoying myself.

I rinsed the soap off my skin and stepped out onto the bath mat, wrapping the towel around me. The mirror was fogged, so all I could see was a fuzzy shape that was supposed to be me. It was exactly the way I felt. Everything was blurry.

I slipped an oversized T-shirt and crawled into bed next to Taylor, but he wasn’t eager to get my nightgown off of me like usual. Instead, he pulled my back against his bare chest and held me while we both fought the urge to say anything more on the subject.

His body heat seared through my nightgown, and I melted against him. He had already warmed the mattress and the sheets. I wanted him there. Sometimes, I needed it. Going to bed alone after spending even one night with him was miserable.

“Falyn,” Taylor said from behind, his voice sounding distant.

“Yes?”

“I just …” He sighed. “I just want to be with you.”

“I know. I want that, too.”

“Just not as much as I do. Maybe not at all.”

“That’s not true,” I whispered. “We just need a plan, and we’ll make one. But it doesn’t have to be tonight.”

He touched his forehead to the back of my shoulder. “How much longer do you want to wait? Just so I have an idea.”

I mulled over his question in my mind. I couldn’t say exactly what was keeping me from giving Taylor exactly what he wanted, but I needed more time to find out. “This summer. Can you give me until then?”

“To make a plan?”

“To move.”

He pushed himself up on his elbow, hovering over me. “To Estes Park?”

I nodded.

He eyed me for a moment. “You sure?”

“I’m nervous about it.”

“Okay, let’s talk. What are you nervous about?”

“Change and … I don’t know, Taylor. Something feels off. I can’t put my finger on it.”

Taylor looked wounded.

“It’s not you. Or us. Something is just bugging me about it, like it’s not right.”

“I’ll make it right,” he said without hesitation. “I just need you to take a leap of faith. Not even a leap. More like a hop.”

I touched his face. He had so much hope in his eyes.