Faye turned to him. “What do you think?”
“I think we should?—”
“We can figure out the details later,” I cut in quickly, afraid he would shut it all down because he was unsure about the him and me part.
They both looked at me.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I don’t want us to overthink it right now. This week has been”—I searched for the right word,but all the ones I found didn’t seem to fit—“right. It’s been right. I just want to know that when we leave, it doesn’t stop at the airport.”
Faye studied me for a long moment. “You want us to be a we?”
I let out a breath. “Yeah. I want us to be a we.”
Her eyes softened. She glanced at Jase again. “What about you?”
He stared down at his plate for a second, then lifted his gaze to both of us.
“I already think of us that way,” he admitted. “I just didn’t know if I was allowed to say it.”
Something unclenched inside my chest.
Faye’s lips parted. “You do?”
“Yeah.” He gave a small chuckle. “Newsflash, I like you, Princess. And I’m pretty attached to this idiot too.” He jerked his chin at me. “I don’t really know what we’re doing or how we make it work with everything else, but I know I don’t want this to be temporary.”
I swallowed hard.
Faye’s eyes brightened. “So we’re doing this? For real?”
“For real,” I affirmed.
She bit her bottom lip, then smiled. “Okay. Then no more pretending this is casual. We’re together.”
“Deal,” I said.
“Same,” Jase agreed.
She reached for both of our hands across the table. We each slid our palms into hers, fingers intertwining across our plates.
“So if we’re doing this, what does that mean in practical terms?” Faye asked. “I haven’t been seeing anyone else, but?—”
“We don’t hook up with anyone else. If shit gets hard when the season starts, we say something instead of ghosting. We try to grab days when we can. I don’t know. I get the season is longand we will probably all be in different states, but I think we can figure it out piece by piece,” I explained.
She nodded again. “Okay. And what about you two?”
My stomach tensed.
Her gaze flicked between us. “Last night looked like the start of something, maybe. I just want to make sure you’re both okay with whatever that was.”
Heat crawled up my neck.
Jase glanced at me, then back at her. “It’s?—”
“We don’t have to figure that out right this second,” I jumped in again. “We know we’re all in this together. That’s enough for now.”
She nodded. “Okay. That’s fair. We can take it one step at a time.”
Relief slid through me. The last thing I wanted was to force Jase to define something he probably felt came out of left field.
