Where do you think you’ll be in four years?” “Four years specifically?” “Yep.” “I don’t know. Sober. With you. Doing whatever we feel like doing. That’s a fucking weird question. Where did that come from?” I stop swiveling and stare at Jake as my heartbeat fills my body, and I start to overheat. So quickly, my head and face and neck are boiling because in four years, my boyfriend will still be my boyfriend. He just said those exact words. He wishes for the exact same things!
