"I thought you had your heart set on March fifteenth," Trent said, leaning against his locker.
"I do, but I think you're right. We should wait until after graduation." I shoved my books into my backpack and avoided his gaze. I'd told him how Aunt Beth had reacted, but I'd failed to mention I had assured her we'd wait until after high school.
Closing my locker, I faced him. "How do you feel about August eighth?" I asked.
"What's significant about that date?" A hint of a smile tugged at his lips.
"It's my mom's birthday."
And by then, I'd be nineteen, so maybe Aunt Beth and Uncle Dean would chill out a little about me getting married.
He hesitated, then reached over and trailed his fingers down the side of my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.
"I don't want to wait that long," he said.
"I know. I don't, either, but I want my family there, and we need to give them some time." I stepped closer. "We could always have a June wedding."