“Will a kiss do?”
“Yes.” I pull him on top of me. “A kiss would be perfect.”
Epilogue
Kian
Three months later
I wake up on Saturday morning in Jett’s arms. We’re in a private room in a youth hostel in Whitby. It’s an old mansion that stands within spitting distance of the abbey. Our room only has single bunk beds, so we’re squashed together on the bottom bunk. When we got here last night, we were too tired to do anything except eat and sleep. Jett had worked all day and then driven to pick me up from the field station at Forge Valley Woods. It’s the end of my penultimate week there, and aside from missing Jett like crazy during the week, I’ve loved every second of it.
“Morning,” Jett says and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “What do you want to do today?”
“Stay in bed?”
“We could—”
“You’re right. We should probably explore at least a little bit of Whitby.”
“We’ll have to wrap up warm. I think it’s going to be bracing outside today.”
“Sea air in November. I can’t wait.”
“Always the optimist.”
“That’s me.”
He strokes my hair out of my eyes. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Whenever you say that, it leads to something good.”
His cheeks flush. “No pressure.”
“None at all.”
“I’ve missed you.” He holds my chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“Me too. Missed you. Not missed me. I can’t get away from me.”
“Would you want to?”
“No. I like me.”
Jett sighs. “I love you.”
He’s said it a lot since the first time he said it in the lake. I never get tired of hearing it. Every time the words slip off his tongue, my heart grows warm and fuzzy.
“I love you too.” I like to say it to him as often as possible too.
“Would you move in with me?” Jett asks.
I blink.
“I know my flat isn’t exactly great—”
“I adore your flat. It’s cute.”
“That’s a polite way of saying small.”
