“At least you can admit that you’re obsessed with me,” he said, kissing my forehead again. “Because I’m pretty obsessed with you.”
I snuggled closer and thought about just going back to sleep when he said, “Are you planning to sleep all day then?”
“Maybe.”
It was still early, right? But then I remembered we were supposed to take the nine o’clock train back to Manhattan.
I looked at my watch to see what time it was, but since I’d fallen asleep without putting it on the charger last night, it was completely dead.
“Do you know what time it is?” I asked.
Hunter lifted his arm from around me and angled it so we could both see the watch face. “It’s eight forty-seven.”
“Crap,” I said. “We’re going to miss the train.”
“I think the next one leaves at ten-fifteen. We could try to make that one instead.”
I thought about it. Taking the train would mean going back to my dad’s house. And when I’d get there, my stepmom Megan was going to take me to get the special ceremonial clothing I was supposed to wear on Friday night.
I hugged myself closer to Hunter and rested my head against his bare chest. “I actually think I might want to just stay here all week instead of going home for spring break.” I angled my head back to meet his eyes. “Wouldn’t that be fun? Having our own little staycation?”
“As nice as that sounds,” he said, his chest rumbling against my ear, “I’m pretty sure our parents would come find us. Mine are pretty set on taking me to Florida for a few days at least.”
I sighed. “You’re probably right.”
My dad would definitely send out a search party if he thought I was going to miss my special appointment with Xander and the High Priest.
And even though for the past several hours I’d been trying not to think about what was coming for me, a sense of panic set in.
Was I actually going to get married to Xander next weekend?
After everything last night, could I really make myself break up with Hunter so I could go and spend my life with someone else?
Raise a special baby with someone else?
I really didn’t see me feeling any better about that situation a week from now than I did today.
I couldn’t marry someone else when I was in love with Hunter, could I?
Not even if it was what God wanted…
“If we’re going to make the next train, I should probably get out of here so you can get ready,” Hunter said, grabbing his shirt from where I’d thrown it on my nightstand last night.
“Okay.” I scooted to the edge of my bed and stood.
I watched him pull his shirt over his head, and before he could slip out the door and try not to get caught by Heather, I pulled him in for one last hug.
“You okay?” He looked down at me with concern as he held me in his arms. “You seem like you’re worried about something.”
“I’m just missing you already,” I said. “That’s all.”
“I’ll see you in, like, fifteen minutes.” He chuckled lightly, smoothing his hands along my back in a comforting way. “Then we’ll still get to spend the whole day together before I fly out tomorrow.”
I nodded. “I’m just proving how obsessed I am with you.”
“I think you just like smelling the cologne you gave me last year.” He winked.
“I do have really good taste.”
