Easter~
I barely slept.
All night long, I tossed and turned in bed like some lovesick teenager with butterflies nesting in my chest. The thought of Jacob—Jacob—picking me up in the morning had my heart galloping in ways I didn't know were possible. Every time I shut my eyes, his voice echoed in my head.
"If I thought you were anything less than a priority, I wouldn't be here right now."
I replayed those words until they stitched themselves into my skin. I wasn't sure what kept me awake more—the anticipation of seeing and being with him tomorrow or the fact that he made me feel seen for the first time in years.
When the knock came at my door, I was already wide awake, standing in front of the mirror pretending to act casual. It was a pathetic attempt, really. My heart was already at the door before my feet moved.
