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light coming from the bedroom that smells like cinnamon and body spray doesn’t make me smile like normal. Because I know when I lift the window and slip inside, it’ll be for the last time.

Stopping short of his bedroom window, my eyes go behind me to the house I escaped from and observe the black interior. Sometimes Mom gets up in the middle of the night because of insomnia. I’ll see her drinking tea in the kitchen or curled up on the couch when I’m sneaking out, and there have been times I was certain she saw me. But she never said anything, and I never offered any details about my midnight adventures.

Dropping my bag onto the ground, my fingertips dance along the edge of the window and push up the wood. There’s a shake to my arms as I haul myself in and see Aiden already sitting up in bed with a pile of pamphlets covering his bedding.

When I walk over, I pick up one of them to study the university listed. “Are these what you were called into the coach’s office about?”

I drop the one I’m holding and pick up the gold and white paper he’s staring hard at. Wilson Reed University. I’ve heard him talk about this one before. One of his favorite players graduated from there.

His answer comes after a thick sigh. “He thinks I should consider going to Miami. The Hurricanes have had NFL stars come from their teams the past few years. It never fails.”

My face twists as I move some of the pamphlets out of the way to sit down. “You hate the heat. You’d be miserable there. And Dan Williams says that you could make it to the NFL no matter where you go.”

He deadpans at the mention of the sportscaster from our local news station, but he knows that Dan Williams isn’t the only one who’s made that point, even if Williams used to play for a big-time college team before getting injured. He knows the kind of talent my best friend has isn’t something people will overlook because of the college name on his jersey.

Every time Aiden’s college prospects are brought up, it becomes all of Haven Falls’ business because they want to gloat one day about how the great Aiden Griffith once called this town his home. But unlike them, they’ll never be able to say they knew him as well as me.

“What do you think?” I press, passing him back the Wilson Reed information.

“What do you think?”

My eyes don’t lift from the scattered papers covering his red and white plaid comforter. There’s a tear on it from when I tried making a break for it after sleeping in too late. I tripped and grabbed the blanket for support, tearing the material, bolting out the window before his mother knew I was there.

Eventually, I tell him the truth. “It doesn’t matter what I think. This is your life. Your future. Have your parents weighed in? I know their opinions mean a lot to you.”

“Your opinion means a lot too.”

Nibbling the inside of my cheek, I slowly lift my eyes to his. He’s already watching me warily, knowing what I haven’t said. “It’s time, Aiden.”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“We talked about this. It’s—”

“I’ll talk to my mom,” he says quickly, pushing the pamphlets out of the way and sitting up straighter. “We can tell her what’s been going on and figure something out.”

“Aide—”

“Ivy,” he cuts me off. “Please? I need you here cheering me on like you always do. Maybe that’s selfish, but this can work. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t mind if you stayed here for a while until things got better.”

Does he hear how that sounds? I frown, dragging my hands through my hair before dropping them into my lap. “Don’t you think they should mind, Aiden? Isn’t that the problem?”

He’s quiet, contemplative of his next counterattack. We’ve been through this before, and every time we end up at the same place.

“It’s time,” I repeat softly.

He reaches out. “Don’t.”

I blurt out, “Come with me then.”

One second passes.

Two.

Three.

With each passing silent second, I know the answer to the question before he even parts those beautiful, full lips. Usually, the words passing through them are of comfort. Things that make me feel warm and fuzzy.

But now…

“I can’t.” A breath passes between us, a moment of clarity between our locked eyes. “I can’t go with you, Ivy.”

I blink.

He blinks.

I wet my lips.

His jaw ticks.

“I can’t stay here, Aiden.” It’s not a guilt trip or a way to convince him otherwise. We both have our minds set on our futures, and they look nothing alike.

Standing up, I point at the Wilson Reed pamphlet and say, “You should go there. It’s what you want. You always tell me to get out of my head, so it’s your turn.”

He gets to his feet with a pleading look in his blue eyes that dims them, and part of my soul with it. “What are you going to do?”

I think about the bus ticket Mom gave me that’s tucked into the side pocket of my bag. “I’ll figure it out, just like you will.”

Stepping toward me, there’s hesitation in his eyes like he wants to have the same argument but knows there’s no point. So instead, he wraps me in a hug, his arms tightening their hold around me until our bodies are flushed together.

We stay like that for five seconds.

Ten.

Twenty.

Twenty-five.

My arms curl around his back, knowing this will be the last time. Maybe I’ll sneak into one of his games when he’s big time. Follow his career when they announce he’s made the league.

Aiden Griffith will go on to do great things. I just hope I’m half as lucky.

I’m not sure who pulls away first. There’s a mutual understanding between us when there’s a few inches of space separating our bodies, his heat still caressing me as he scopes out my bootcut jeans with a little tear in the knee and inside thigh, white t-shirt

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