“This is where I belong, baby. Right here, with you.” “No.” “Yes.” “Nate, please,” she pleads. “I signed with UCLA.” My heart stops beating while I wait for her response. She pulls her hands away from my face, slowly lowering them to her sides. “What?” “In February.” “February.” She frowns at my chest. I nod. “You didn’t tell me.” “I didn’t want you to try and talk me out of it. I had to wait until it was too late to back out before I said anything.” “February.” She looks up at me. “Uh-huh.” I dare her to argue. “Why California?” “You really asking me that?” She goes to speak, but nothing
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