“Are you mine?” “What?” “Are you mine? We haven’t talked about what happened at the bonfire, but Stell, to me, you’re mine now.” “Your…. Your girlfriend?” I ask, my pulse racing again but for a different reason now. It’s been two weeks since the bonfire, and while we’ve had small kisses and held hands and been some new version of us, we haven’t talked about what it meant, and we definitely haven’t done more, despite how much my entire soul wants to. “You’re my everything, Stella. But yeah, for right now, we can call you my girlfriend.”
