Chapter 79

“You gonna forget me?” I asked softly, pulling up the grass at my feet, blade by blade. I sounded whiny even to my own ears.

“Not possible, Gabby,” he replied, using his nickname for me.

I looked up, his white tank-top seeming to grip every muscle in his upper body, and swallowed as I glanced away. He was so beautiful, it hurt.

“It’s possible. You’ll be meeting new, shiny people who’ll want to climb all over you, and you won’t even think twice about me while you pursue your dreams of becoming an architect.” I’d known it would happen sometime, but now that it was here, losing Beebub to another state and maybe a lover made me desperately unhappy.

“You will always be my first, Gabby,” he whispered, and I leaned my head on his shoulder, wishing for the moon.