When we were younger, Adam always said he liked the smell of me after sex. He liked it even more when I smelled like him.

And when he did shower after sex, it was always with me, and he’d end up dirtying us both back up again once we were in there.

But we’re not kids anymore.

We’re not the same people we were back then. Everything is different, and that’s because of me.

And after Adam’s little speech, I know for definite that the only thing he wants from me is sex.

I was just fooling myself, thinking maybe he could at some point want more. But why would he? I hurt him in the worst possible way.

I dress quickly, so I won’t be here when he gets out of the shower. I have a feeling he wouldn’t like it very much if I were still here.

I slip my feet into my shoes and grab my bag. Then, I let myself out of his bungalow.

I walk the short distance to my car, which is in the staff parking lot.

When I reach it, I get in my car and turn the engine on.

“Here With Me” by The Killers is playing on the radio with Brandon Flowers lamenting about a lost love that he wants back.

I feel a pinch in my chest and then a sting of tears in my eyes so fierce that I can’t fight them.

Grasping ahold of the steering wheel, I drop my head against it, and I cry.

I cry for the choice I had to make all those years ago. I cry for not really having a choice.

Back then, I thought giving up Adam would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do in my life.

Now, I’m not sure.

Because this here right now, having him but not really having him, is far more painful than anything I’ve ever felt. And I’ve felt a lot of pain.

Back then, at least I could cling on to the hope that some part of him still loved me, that I wasn’t alone in my feelings.

But whatever Adam did feel for me died a long time ago, and I am more alone now than I was in those ten years without him.

There is nothing worse than loving someone when they don’t love you back, especially when you have only yourself to blame for it.

The song ends.

I dry my face with a tissue, take a deep breath, and turn the radio off. I put my car in drive, and I stay the whole journey home in complete silence.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year.” I tilt my head back from its place on Adam’s lap, so I can look up at him.

We’re on the beach by my rock—well, our rock now. We’re celebrating our one-year anniversary with a picnic—well, pizza and sparkling water, like we had on our first date, so it’s a less fancy type of picnic. But it’s perfect for me, just like he is.

It’s a year to the day when we first talked on the beach. I did wonder if our anniversary should have been tomorrow, the day we had our first date, but Adam said it was today. He said the day we first talked was the start of us.

He can say the sweetest things at times.

“I hope you’re not saying that like it’s a bad thing.” He grins down at me.

“Of course not, silly.” I tap his chest with the back of my hand. “It’s a good thing, a really good thing. Just…time sure does go by quickly.”

“Especially when you’re having fun.” He winks.

He’s totally referring to sex, the huge amount of sex we have.

Since we slept together for that first time, not a day has passed when we haven’t had sex.

I’ve had a lot of fun with Adam teaching me all kinds of new things and positions. And I know for sure he’s had a lot of fun, too, because he tells me so often.

I stare back out over the water, thinking about time. We don’t have much of it left.

Time is creeping up on us. Adam will have to leave for Harvard in just a little over a month.

I’m not ready to let him go. I don’t feel like we’ve had enough time together.

And I worry that he’s going to go to Boston, and make a whole new life for himself that doesn’t include me, and I’ll lose him.

I let out a small sigh.

“What’s up?” He taps my forehead with his fingertip.

“Nothing.” I look up at him. “Just thinking about when you have to leave for Boston. Stupid really. I shouldn’t be thinking of it on our special day.”

“Come on. Let’s go for a walk.”

This is what he always does whenever I bring up Boston—changes the subject or distracts me with something else.

I don’t know why he won’t talk to me about it. Maybe it’s because he feels as sad as I do about him leaving.

But he can’t ignore it forever.

Lifting off him, I get to my feet and brush sand off my butt, which somehow managed to sneak onto our blanket.

“What about our stuff? Should we take it back to the house first?” I ask him.

“Nah. Leave it. It’ll be fine.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulder, so I put my arm around his waist and snuggle into his side.

We walk along the shore for a while in blissful silence. The beach is clear of people, except for a few random joggers.

The only sound is the splash of water washing over our feet as we walk.

“Oh, I can’t believe I’m only just asking, but how did Casey do at her scan?” Adam asks.

Earlier today, Casey went to the hospital to have a brain scan done. I couldn’t go as I was working, but Dad went with her.

She’s nearing the end of chemotherapy, and she had to have the scan done, so they can determine how effective the treatment has been.

Can’t say I’m not nervous about it, but I’m trying to remain positive.

“Dad said it went fine, but we won’t find out anything until she has her appointment with her doctor, which is next week.”

“Sucks you have to wait a week for the results. Can’t they see her sooner?”

I shake my head. “It was the only appointment he had. He has other patients, too, I guess.” Not that I care about those other patients. I care about only Casey.

Some voices off in the distance catch my attention. At the sound of cheers, I lift my eyes in the direction of them and see there’s a wedding happening out on the terrace of one of the hotels along the beach.

“Aw, look at that.” I pat my hand on Adam’s hard stomach, getting his attention. “A couple is getting married on our one-year anniversary.”

I stare at the couple. They look so happy.

I have a thought in my mind, a picture, that the couple could be Adam and me one day.

It makes my insides feel all warm and gooey.

I smile up at Adam, only to see his eyes fixed on the soon-to-be newlyweds.

He’s not smiling. He just has this really serious look in his eyes.

Then, he stops walking.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask him.

He turns to face me. “Marry me.”

“What?” I stare back at him, unblinking.

I couldn’t have heard that correctly. I mean, I know I was just having a mini daydream about future Adam and Evie becoming Mr. and Mrs. Adam Gunner, but he couldn’t have said that for real.

He moves closer, taking my face in his hands. “I love you, Evie. I look into the future, and the only thing I see clearly is you. Marry me.”

Yep, he definitely did say that.

Holy. Shit.

I part my suddenly dry lips, but nothing comes out of my mouth but air.

What am I supposed to say to that?

I mean, I know it’s either usually a yes or no answer, but—

Holy crap!

We’re so young…but he’s…he’s Adam. And I love him so much. I don’t see myself ever being with anyone but him.

But we’re so young.

“You think we’re too young.” It isn’t a question, and apparently, he can also read minds as well as throw out-of-the-blue marriage proposals out there.