“I could go to Georgia,” I suggest, the thought growing in my head, and for the first time, it doesn’t sound so bad. “That way, I’d only be an hour away. I could come home on the weekends or even commute every day.” He shakes his head again as he brushes my hair off my forehead and kisses it. “Fuck that shit. You gotta do what’s best for you.” “You’re what’s best for me.”
