I stare at it.
He prods me. “Go ahead. Take it.”
My fingers deftly pluck it up. Examine it.
His beautiful lips curl into a smile. “Any guesses?”
It could only be… “Concert tickets?”
“Nope.” He casually reaches for a water glass, takes a sip, cool as can be. Sets it down and says, “Just open it. You’ll never guess.”
My thumb cuts through the envelope, revealing the paper folded inside. I unfold it, bringing it closer to my face, studying the printed details. “It’s airline vouchers.”
He’s smug. “Yup.”
“For Colorado.”
“Right.” He straightens his utensils.
“I don’t understand.”
His brow furrows. “Isn’t that where your aunt and uncle and cousins live?”
“Yes.” I drag the word out slowly, still staring hard at the black ink printed on the paper. I lower it after a few more seconds, my heart…
Swells.
“Zeke.” I finally raise my misty eyes to look at him. “Did you buy me tickets so I could see my family?”
“No, I bought us tickets so we could see your family.” He says it nonchalantly, like it’s no big deal, taking a piece of bread from the basket on the table and tearing off a chunk. “I was thinking June, but…” He shrugs. “Whenever.”
My fingertips trail over my name on the plane voucher. The departure and destination airports listed at the top.
“Why would you do this?”
“Because you deserve it.”
I bite down on my trembling lower lip. Give my head a shake. “I don’t remember even mentioning this.”
“Sure you did, remember? In the library that day when we got into our first fight. You were yelling about how they moved and you couldn’t afford plane tickets.”
“That was months ago, and I yelled a lot of things at you that day—how did you pick that out of everything I said?
His gray eyes soften. “I hear everything you’ve ever said to me Pix.”
The tears start falling hot and fast; I can’t swipe them away quick enough. “Th-This means everything to me Zeke—you mean everything to me. I love you—s-so much.”
He tries to smile at me, tries to be tough, but there’s no hiding the slight quiver of his bottom lip as he speaks. “You deserve to see your family, baby. They deserve to see you.”
My head bows, shoulders hunched. I take deep, steadying breaths, trying not to cry at the dinner table. Wipe my nose with a white linen napkin.
My heart is bursting with so much joy I don’t know what to do with it all. Pride that he’s mine to keep. That I was smart enough to take a chance on him despite my friends. Despite his manners and bad attitude.
He’s amazing.
He doesn’t realize it, but he is.
He stands then, coming around to my side of the table, wrapping his arms around my shoulders from behind. Kisses my jaw and the corner of my lips. Kneels beside my chair and hugs me.
I lay my forehead against his shoulder.
“I can’t believe you did this for me.” I quietly weep.
“Of course I did this for you,” his deep, unsteady voice rasps into my ear. “I love you. You’re my family Violet, and if I have to buy a ticket, hop on a plane, and take you to see yours, then I’m going to do it. I love you.” His voice cracks, barely above a whisper. “I would do anything for you. I want to take care of you.”
I lift my face, tears dampening my cheeks. Zeke’s hands wipe them away.
“I don’t want you to take care of me.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I want us to take care of each other.”
He kisses me firmly on the lips, like we’re the only two people in the room, mouth lingering.
“I want to go home,” I mutter against his warm lips.
“Okay,” he says slowly. “My place or yours?’
“It doesn’t matter, I just want to climb into bed and cuddle you.”
He raises his arm, signaling to the waiter to bring the check with a brief nod of the chin. When he’s taken care of that, he stands, helping me to my feet. Helps me slide into my jacket.
People are staring at us, the big, angry-looking boy and the crying girl—I can only imagine what they’re thinking.
“You know, just now I was reminded of something.”
“What?”
He turns me to face him, reaching for the collar of my coat and pulling me close. Kisses the tip of my nose. “I loved you first.”
My brows rise. “You did?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not sure about that, but I’ll take the bait. When did you know?”
“Remember that time I came into the library and rang that little bell on the desk? It was really obnoxious but you were really polite. The look on your fucking face though…I loved that face.”
“That’s really mushy coming from you.” I roll my eyes, which are still damp. “I thought you were the most handsome guy I’d ever seen.”
“When?”
“At the grocery store, when you got those ice cream cones down off the shelf for Summer.”
“Really? I was a huge dick that day.” He leads me to the front of the restaurant toward the exit, hand at the small of my back.
“I know, but you made my heart leap, and it hasn’t stopped since.”
He stops walking. Turns to stare at me. “That was so fucking cute.”
“We’re disgusting.”
“Fuck yeah we are, but you know what they say.”
“No, what do they say?”
“The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
The End