When I Was Yours(62)

He can say the sweetest things at times.

“I hope you’re not saying that like it’s a bad thing.” He grins down at me.

“Of course not, silly.” I tap his chest with the back of my hand. “It’s a good thing, a really good thing. Just…time sure does go by quickly.”

“Especially when you’re having fun.” He winks.

He’s totally referring to sex, the huge amount of sex we have.

Since we slept together for that first time, not a day has passed when we haven’t had sex.

I’ve had a lot of fun with Adam teaching me all kinds of new things and positions. And I know for sure he’s had a lot of fun, too, because he tells me so often.

I stare back out over the water, thinking about time. We don’t have much of it left.

Time is creeping up on us. Adam will have to leave for Harvard in just a little over a month.

I’m not ready to let him go. I don’t feel like we’ve had enough time together.

And I worry that he’s going to go to Boston, and make a whole new life for himself that doesn’t include me, and I’ll lose him.

I let out a small sigh.

“What’s up?” He taps my forehead with his fingertip.

“Nothing.” I look up at him. “Just thinking about when you have to leave for Boston. Stupid really. I shouldn’t be thinking of it on our special day.”

“Come on. Let’s go for a walk.”

This is what he always does whenever I bring up Boston—changes the subject or distracts me with something else.

I don’t know why he won’t talk to me about it. Maybe it’s because he feels as sad as I do about him leaving.

But he can’t ignore it forever.

Lifting off him, I get to my feet and brush sand off my butt, which somehow managed to sneak onto our blanket.

“What about our stuff? Should we take it back to the house first?” I ask him.

“Nah. Leave it. It’ll be fine.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulder, so I put my arm around his waist and snuggle into his side.

We walk along the shore for a while in blissful silence. The beach is clear of people, except for a few random joggers.

The only sound is the splash of water washing over our feet as we walk.

“Oh, I can’t believe I’m only just asking, but how did Casey do at her scan?” Adam asks.

Earlier today, Casey went to the hospital to have a brain scan done. I couldn’t go as I was working, but Dad went with her.

She’s nearing the end of chemotherapy, and she had to have the scan done, so they can determine how effective the treatment has been.

Can’t say I’m not nervous about it, but I’m trying to remain positive.

“Dad said it went fine, but we won’t find out anything until she has her appointment with her doctor, which is next week.”

“Sucks you have to wait a week for the results. Can’t they see her sooner?”

I shake my head. “It was the only appointment he had. He has other patients, too, I guess.” Not that I care about those other patients. I care about only Casey.

Some voices off in the distance catch my attention. At the sound of cheers, I lift my eyes in the direction of them and see there’s a wedding happening out on the terrace of one of the hotels along the beach.

“Aw, look at that.” I pat my hand on Adam’s hard stomach, getting his attention. “A couple is getting married on our one-year anniversary.”

I stare at the couple. They look so happy.

I have a thought in my mind, a picture, that the couple could be Adam and me one day.

It makes my insides feel all warm and gooey.

I smile up at Adam, only to see his eyes fixed on the soon-to-be newlyweds.

He’s not smiling. He just has this really serious look in his eyes.

Then, he stops walking.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask him.

He turns to face me. “Marry me.”

“What?” I stare back at him, unblinking.

I couldn’t have heard that correctly. I mean, I know I was just having a mini daydream about future Adam and Evie becoming Mr. and Mrs. Adam Gunner, but he couldn’t have said that for real.

He moves closer, taking my face in his hands. “I love you, Evie. I look into the future, and the only thing I see clearly is you. Marry me.”

Yep, he definitely did say that.

Holy. Shit.

I part my suddenly dry lips, but nothing comes out of my mouth but air.

What am I supposed to say to that?

I mean, I know it’s either usually a yes or no answer, but—

Holy crap!

We’re so young…but he’s…he’s Adam. And I love him so much. I don’t see myself ever being with anyone but him.

But we’re so young.

“You think we’re too young.” It isn’t a question, and apparently, he can also read minds as well as throw out-of-the-blue marriage proposals out there.

“Aren’t we?” I manage to say.

“I don’t think we are. I love you, Evie, and that’s not changing…well, ever. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Everything else is just semantics.”

“I just…I don’t know. I guess I’m just feeling a little blindsided by this. I definitely did not see that one coming. You sure know how to surprise a girl.”