he Resolution of Callie & Kayden (The Coincidence, #6)(57)

‘I forgot to give you your present,’ Kayden says so abruptly I let out a blood-curdling scream.

‘Oh my God, you scared me.’ I catch my breath through his hysterical laughing. ‘I thought you were asleep.’

‘No, I’ve been awake.’ He stifles his laughter and sits up, reaching for his duffel bag that’s beside the bed.

‘This entire time?’

He unzips the bag. ‘Yeah, I was watching you write.’

‘That sounds super boring.’ I lie down in the bed and turn on my side to face him.

‘Actually, it was super entertaining.’ He grabs something from his bag, flips on a lamp nearby, and then turns to me. There’s a small, silver box in his hand and a sparkle in his eyes. ‘Merry Christmas.’ He gives me the box as he lies back down beside me.

I wait a moment or two, trying not to think too hard about what’s in it. Finally, I just open it.

Then I stop breathing.

‘Oh my God, you didn’t have to do this …’ I whisper in awe.

‘I know I didn’t,’ Kayden says, watching me with a smile on his face, ‘but I wanted to.’

Inside the box is probably one of the coolest necklaces I’ve seen. It’s in no way traditional, which makes me love it even more. The silver pendant is shaped like a book, and when I pick it up, I noticed it’s engraved on the front with By Callie Lawrence. It also opens up like a locket but the inside is blank, like fresh pages ready to be stained with a story.

‘Do you like it?’ he finally asks and I realize that beneath his grin, he’s waiting for my approval.

‘It’s perfect,’ I say then lean over to kiss him.

‘Good,’ he says between kisses. ‘I’m glad you like it. It’s for when you write your story. To show I believe in you.’

I almost start crying right there. ‘I love it.’ I put the necklace on, promising to never take it off. Then I lie down and snuggle against him beneath the covers, feeling more content than I ever have.

I’m about to fall asleep when he asks, ‘Can I read it now?’

My eyelids lift open. ‘Read what?’

‘Your story,’ he says with a lopsided grin as he stares down at me expectantly. ‘I saw you type “The End.”’

I suddenly get nervous and my palms get so sweaty I have to wipe them off on the front of my shirt. ‘You want to read it right now?’

He nods enthusiastically. ‘I do.’

‘Um … okay.’ I turn over and reach for my laptop, feeling even more anxious. I hope he likes it, hope he understands it, because really, he’s half the story.

And one of the most important parts.

He tells me I can go to sleep while he reads it, but there’s no way I can shut my eyes. So I end up lying there, staring at all the patches in the ceiling until he finishes. I know the exact moment he does because I can hear his breathing quicken. Then he sets the laptop aside and rolls over to me. He just stares at me and I can’t read him at all.

‘So what’d you think?’ I ask, aiming for indifferent but ending up sounding like a bundle of nerves.

He’s silent for forever, each second passing almost painfully slow. ‘I think it’s beautiful and meaningful and real,’ he finally says, his tone radiating every emotion he’s feeling. ‘Although, I’m pretty sure ours gets a happily ever after.’

‘You think so?’ I ask with a soft smile. ‘Because that’s a big promise.’

His smile reflects mine. ‘No, I know so.’

And then he kisses me.

But this isn’t the end of our story just yet.

In fact, it kind of feels like the beginning.





Chapter 27


#103 Outrun Leave Your Inner Demons Behind and Find Your Love for the Game.



Kayden


It’s the last game of the season and I’m feeling pretty good. Things have been amazing with Callie and I’ve been focusing on the future instead of the past. It’s been that way for the last month, ever since I said my goodbye. I’m not happy all the time, though, but then again no one ever is. I still feel the slightest bit of guilt and sadness whenever I think of my father and how it all ended, but that happens very rarely.

What almost always happens is that I’m happy, not just with Callie and mine’s relationship, but with myself. It took me forever to get to this place, to let go, but I’ve managed to find my own form of inner peace with all that happened to me. And I can honestly say that my life is great at the moment.

Right now, I’m f*cking amped up, though, as I get ready to make the last play of the game. If we don’t make it, we lose, but I’m not betting on us losing, In fact, I can feel it in the air, in the hollers of the crowd, in the lights that are so f*cking bright it’s blinding. From the f*cking way that I’m loving every minute of this.

My team is lined up and I’m hunched over, waiting for the snap. My heart is thudding, my skin damp with sweat, my feet ready. And my mind …

Is silent.

I hear everything. From the sound of the footsteps, to my coach shouting something on the sidelines. I can also hear my own voice.

You can do it.

I know I can.

My heart slams against my chest as the ball is snapped in my directions. My fingers perfectly wrap around it and then I’m running back, looking for the perfect throw. But then I realize there’s no perfect through, but a close one. So I spring my arm back and let the ball slip from my fingers and soar away.