The Last Song (50 page)

By then, he was close enough to reach for the loops on her jeans. When he pulled her toward him, she felt everything around
her fall away. Will was going to go to school here. In New York. With her.

And with that, she slipped her arms around him, feeling his body fit perfectly against her own, knowing that nothing could
ever be better than this moment, right now. “I guess I’m okay with that. But it’s not going to be easy for you. They don’t
have a lot of fishing or mudding around here.”

His arms moved around her waist. “I figured.”

“And not a lot of beach volleyball, either. Especially in January.”

“I guess I’ll have to make some sacrifices.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky, we can find you some other ways to occupy your time.”

Leaning in, he kissed her gently, first on her cheek and then on her lips. When he met her eyes, she saw the young man she’d
loved last summer and the young man she still loved now.

“I never stopped loving you, Ronnie. And I never stopped thinking about you. Even if summers do come to an end.”

She smiled, knowing he was telling the truth.

“I love you, too, Will Blakelee,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.