want you to be happy," he whispered. "I'll take you on dates—" "You said you don't do dates," I interrupted. "Well, for you, I fucking will. I want you to live where you want to live, be who you want to be. If you want to go to college, I'll follow you." "Nick..." His name made a shiver travel down my spine. I didn't know what to say. He averted his eyes. "Vicky felt trapped by me, and I don't want you to feel that way too," he admitted. "As much as you're mine, I'm yours."
