So when he got back to town, we already had plans lined up. I knew I had to make it something special to make up for just how lonely he’d been without me to keep him company. It was like a movie playing out in real life as he ran into my arms, and I swung him around, tears pouring down his face like our time apart had been a terrible nightmare and everything was perfect now that he was awake.

Dksjdh replied: You guys really are perfect! This is amazing!

Bitchardsmyfather replied: Straight out of a fairy tale, I swear.

Dua12 replied: You really are a master of love! Where were you during my last relationship???

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In recovery from my camping trip from hell, I was going to spend today sleeping in. We got back a little after sundown yesterday, and then I had to take a three-hour shower to wash the camp off me—I gave up getting whatever those stains were out of my clothes—so it really only made sense that I knock out for a full twelve hours or so. Then Drew texted me just after seven thirty saying he really wanted to see me, so I reluctantly slipped out of bed, threw on whatever clothes I found lying around that weren’t dirty, and stood out on the street waiting for him to pull up.

“Hey,” I say as he steps out of the car.

He raises an eyebrow. “Really? ‘Hey’ is all I get?”

I roll my eyes, and he kisses me, his hand tracing a line from my jaw to my hair. I’m really not a fan of people playing with my hair—it’s hard enough to tame without random people sticking their fingers all up in it—but I can feel how much he missed me in his kiss, so I don’t say anything as he pulls away.

“Everything all right?” I ask.

He shrugs, and really, I’m not sure what to make of that. Recently, he’s been really open with me about everything, so if he feels he can’t talk about it, it must be pretty bad.

“I’m glad you got the day off,” he says. He takes my hand and starts guiding me down the street. I don’t know where we’re going, but I let him lead.

“Yeah, but it’s just the day,” I say. “I have to go back to the camp tomorrow.”

Drew sighs. “They’re that adamant about stealing you away from me, huh?”

I smile. I don’t know if Drew’s just really let himself fall since that day at Paradise Cove or if all the trouble with his parents just has him swooning harder, but he seems like he’s in deep, and it’s got my foot hovering over the brake just a little bit. I don’t want him to accidentally speed us right off a cliff.