Page 191 of Seeds of Passion
“Educational,” Troy corrects with a grin, catching my eye. “The word is educational.”
Lacey, now settled on the arm of Ethan's chair, says, “It's weird to think we won't all be here next year. Like, same city maybe, but not... this. We met each other too late.” She pouts.
Troy returns to my side, passing me a mug of hot chocolate topped with a slightly ridiculous amount of whipped cream. “Just how you like it,” he says. “Approximately seventy percent sugar.”
“Perfect,” I murmur, taking a sip.
Because it is. Not because everything's solved or certain—it isn't. Not because I've suddenly become someone who never worries or doubts—Ihaven't.
But because I'm ok. Letting myself feel it all—the bittersweet nostalgia, the uncertainty of the future, the warmth of right now.
As Troy's hand finds mine in the gathering darkness, his fingers intertwining with mine like they belong there, I realize…thisis what it feels like to build something that lasts.
