“Is this you choosing me?” Sebastian asks again. This time his words gain a more desperate tone.
Is this me choosing him?
I don’t know and I wish he would give me space and time to think about it. I wish everything would just stop for a little while so I can figure out what I want. It’s too much pressure. I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Can’t it just wait until I’m eighteen?” I ask. “I’ll know by then. I need more time.”
“You don’t have time,” he snarls. “I’ve given you enough time. I need to know.”
He’s more than frustrated and I do understand. Because now I know what it’s like to experience such intense feelings for someone. If I felt the same way about him as I do about Lance, it would be so much easier. I wouldn’t hesitate.
“Our wedding is coming up,” Sebastian says. “You ne
