“No, but I want you to. I want everyone to know you’re mine—and I want you to keep wearing my name when we graduate and you come with me wherever I get drafted.” My eyes cut to him. “What are you asking me?” He picked up my left hand, playing with my fingers. “I thought I was pretty clear. You’re my future. I know you need your space, and you want to build your own career, but I was hoping you could do that with me.”
