At some point, I’ll be expected to return to the small town I grew up in and take over Hawthorne Industries. We’ve talked about what the future looks like.
Marriage.
A couple of rut rats.
A house.
The whole shebang.
I glance at Summer’s left hand and the gigantic rock that sparkles in the bright sunlight. It’s enough to straight-up blind you.
Hey, what can I say?
I like to mark my territory.
And Summer is definitely mine.
Just like I’m hers.
And that my friends, will never change no matter what life throws at us.
~The End~