Chapter Six
Lennon
I don’t know why kissing Hunter sends butterflies to my stomach every damn time, but I’ve decided it’s the hormones, and it doesn’t mean anything.
It can’t.
Abort. Abort. Abort.
Sometime over the past three months, he’s become my best friend. More than my best friend, he’s someone I trust wholeheartedly; someone I can’t wait to spend time with and ask how his day was.
And every day as we grow closer, I fear the memory of Brandon will fade more and more. We only got two amazing years together, but I know his legacy will live on in our child, and I’ll never forget that.
“Where are you taking me?” Hunter asks after we grab blankets from my parents’ stash.
“To the best spot to see the fireworks,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder at him with a mischievous grin.
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