One year later “I’m not so sure about this,” I say to Clara. I’m just being honest—I don’t know if Presley will be cool wearing this ring. “Believe me, she’ll love it. And hello, it’s been a year. No more dragging your feet, Cade Greene.” I hold up my hands. “Hey, I’ve been all in.” And I have been. I’ll be the first to admit it took me forever to realize that losing Presley would hurt no matter if I let her slip away now or in fifty years. If I didn’t want to love someone, I never should’ve picked her for a friends with benefits arrangement. It was a losing bet from the get-go. I ended up moving out of my childhood home, and Presley and I bought a small house on the outskirts of downtown together, close to my parents and close to our businesses. It’s actually cheesy how we walk to wo