“Preston,” I cry, rushing forward and throwing myself into his arms so hard he stumbles backwards a step, a surprised little laugh escaping him as I crush him in my tightest embrace. I didn’t realize how much I wanted him here until this moment, until I feel his familiar body against mine, inhale the sharp, clean scent of him. “You came,” I say, my voice catching, my eyes aching with tears even as I pull back, laughing a little. I touch his scratchy chin, not quite believing it. “You never go anywhere.” “You said you needed a scholarship.”
awwww okay maybe preston isn’t so bad
