it?”
“He’s going to put in a temporary transfer for a law firm in the area. He’ll have to look into the state bar, but he can move here until I finish.”
“Was all this discussed in Atlanta last weekend?” I refer to her most recent trip without me.
“It’s been a gradual discussion. At first, he was upset I wouldn’t consider applying anywhere else. I showed him our projects. Suddenly, he understood. When he saw the pictures of us in the gymnasium with the two Hungarian gymnasts, his whole demeanor changed. Then he read my piece on the pressure they felt to make the Olympic team and bring home a medal, and he got it.”
“Wow, so this is very serious then.”
“Yeah. I questioned why he’d uproot his life for a girlfriend.”
“What did he say?” I lean forward to see her face.
Her lips start to twitch, and then she smiles widely. “He said he wouldn’t be uprooting his life for his girlfriend. He said he’d be doing it to support his future wife.”
My heart stops then starts racing. I scream loudly, raising our attached hands.
“Oh my God! This is amazing.”
“We’ll see. We have a long way to go.”
“So, really, the whole ‘Devon, have you figured out a plan yet’ was a ruse to tell me you already made our plan?”
“Yes. We’re going to take normal semester hours and graduate next spring. No summer school. Then, we’re going to take the summer off. You may want to get married.” She winks coyly. “I’m thinking about moving to Atlanta for those few months to give it a trial run.”
“Holy shit. I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it, girl, because it’s happening.”
“You’re really good at this planning thing. Think I’m handing over the reins.”
“Hell no!”
I laugh, shaking my head. “I think we may be maturing.”
“You betcha, hooch!”
Another memory to lock in.
Chapter 12
I tap my phone repeatedly, waiting for Facetime to pop up. Bryce has a small window tonight when we can finally talk with no one around. The three weeks I’ve been back at school, our schedules have completely collided with very little time to talk. We text often, but it’s not the same as hearing his voice before going to bed.
When his face comes up on the screen, I squeal in delight. Seeing him sends a shiver down my spine. His dark hair is cut shorter than I remember, but it looks sexy. He’s been so exhausted, so I expected to see circles around his eyes, but instead, they sparkle bright. The second our eyes lock, his smile spreads.
“Jesus, you’re a sight.” His deep, rich, voice spreads warmth through me.
“You too. I miss you so much.”
“You look beautiful. Not seeing you has been brutal. Forget the training and courses.”
“Why haven’t we been able to Facetime until now? Is it against the rules?”
“I wouldn’t say that, but I needed to keep my head in the game. It’s also an image thing. How could I prove myself as a badass if I was constantly on this phone? It’s a different story to have it to my ear.”
“Badass, huh? How’d that go? Are you a part of an elite brotherhood?”
“Of course.” He laughs. “Always was, but now we’re even more respected.”
“So it would ruin your badass street cred? Do you have secret grunts and groans to communicate, like the Morse Code? Instead, it’s called OCS- code? Wait until Quinn hears about this!” I giggle at the thought.
“You think this is funny, huh?”
“Yes! All I can imagine is a bunch of grown men walking around talking like cavemen!”
“I’ll show you caveman in about eight days. Besides the obligations with our parents and your football game, plan to be naked the whole time.” His eyes shine with lust, scorching me though the screen.
“I can’t wait,” I say breathlessly.
His face softens, giving me a small grin. “Me neither. You have no idea. But instead of talking about things that are going to make me fucking hard as steel, tell me the schedule.”
The OCS
“He’s going to put in a temporary transfer for a law firm in the area. He’ll have to look into the state bar, but he can move here until I finish.”
“Was all this discussed in Atlanta last weekend?” I refer to her most recent trip without me.
“It’s been a gradual discussion. At first, he was upset I wouldn’t consider applying anywhere else. I showed him our projects. Suddenly, he understood. When he saw the pictures of us in the gymnasium with the two Hungarian gymnasts, his whole demeanor changed. Then he read my piece on the pressure they felt to make the Olympic team and bring home a medal, and he got it.”
“Wow, so this is very serious then.”
“Yeah. I questioned why he’d uproot his life for a girlfriend.”
“What did he say?” I lean forward to see her face.
Her lips start to twitch, and then she smiles widely. “He said he wouldn’t be uprooting his life for his girlfriend. He said he’d be doing it to support his future wife.”
My heart stops then starts racing. I scream loudly, raising our attached hands.
“Oh my God! This is amazing.”
“We’ll see. We have a long way to go.”
“So, really, the whole ‘Devon, have you figured out a plan yet’ was a ruse to tell me you already made our plan?”
“Yes. We’re going to take normal semester hours and graduate next spring. No summer school. Then, we’re going to take the summer off. You may want to get married.” She winks coyly. “I’m thinking about moving to Atlanta for those few months to give it a trial run.”
“Holy shit. I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it, girl, because it’s happening.”
“You’re really good at this planning thing. Think I’m handing over the reins.”
“Hell no!”
I laugh, shaking my head. “I think we may be maturing.”
“You betcha, hooch!”
Another memory to lock in.
Chapter 12
I tap my phone repeatedly, waiting for Facetime to pop up. Bryce has a small window tonight when we can finally talk with no one around. The three weeks I’ve been back at school, our schedules have completely collided with very little time to talk. We text often, but it’s not the same as hearing his voice before going to bed.
When his face comes up on the screen, I squeal in delight. Seeing him sends a shiver down my spine. His dark hair is cut shorter than I remember, but it looks sexy. He’s been so exhausted, so I expected to see circles around his eyes, but instead, they sparkle bright. The second our eyes lock, his smile spreads.
“Jesus, you’re a sight.” His deep, rich, voice spreads warmth through me.
“You too. I miss you so much.”
“You look beautiful. Not seeing you has been brutal. Forget the training and courses.”
“Why haven’t we been able to Facetime until now? Is it against the rules?”
“I wouldn’t say that, but I needed to keep my head in the game. It’s also an image thing. How could I prove myself as a badass if I was constantly on this phone? It’s a different story to have it to my ear.”
“Badass, huh? How’d that go? Are you a part of an elite brotherhood?”
“Of course.” He laughs. “Always was, but now we’re even more respected.”
“So it would ruin your badass street cred? Do you have secret grunts and groans to communicate, like the Morse Code? Instead, it’s called OCS- code? Wait until Quinn hears about this!” I giggle at the thought.
“You think this is funny, huh?”
“Yes! All I can imagine is a bunch of grown men walking around talking like cavemen!”
“I’ll show you caveman in about eight days. Besides the obligations with our parents and your football game, plan to be naked the whole time.” His eyes shine with lust, scorching me though the screen.
“I can’t wait,” I say breathlessly.
His face softens, giving me a small grin. “Me neither. You have no idea. But instead of talking about things that are going to make me fucking hard as steel, tell me the schedule.”
The OCS
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