Seven
Summer Wind
“I can’t believe you guys moved in together!” Naima squeals two months later at the small party Jake and I throw to celebrate our graduation from law school.
Her strong Queens’ accent sounds a little out of place with all the champagne glass clinking, and hushed conversations about clerkships and law firm offers going on around us. But I’m glad she made it. It feels important to have my least fancy friend at the fanciest party I’ve ever co-hosted.
“You’re here in our apartment, so now’s probably a good time to start believing,” Jake answers Naima.
He’s only teasing her, but I can’t help the secret thrill that shoots through my heart when he calls it our apartment.
Naima laughs at his rejoinder like Jake is the most charming man on earth. And I know I’m going to get
