“I don’t know if we’re on the same page,” I admit, my voice so quiet, I don’t know how he even hears it. “How do you see yourself in five years?” “With you.” My heart stops. “Doing what?” When did his forehead come so close to mine? “I don’t care, Maddie, as long as I’m by your side. I know you’re twenty-one and have many things to figure out still, but so do I.”
