Willow Aster

You had an ST-segment elevation myocardial infarction—or in layman’s terms, a heart attack.

“You’re certainly the most opinionated of my besties.”

I stop in mid-sentence. He’s staring at me with such intensity, I start fidgeting.

“I’ve already broken all the rules with you.”

I just want our girl Autumn here to know that I see her and think she is a fine sight,” he says emphatically.

“Damn straight, she is,” Zac says, making my face heat.

Ivy shakes her head no, glaring at my hands as I sign and tension in hers as she presses her lips together and signs back: YOU. ME. HER FRIENDS. HER OUR FAMILY

You want me in your home and bed?

“I’m ruined,” he says, his forehead against mine, eyes suddenly shy.

“I know. It’s so good,” I whisper. “It’s you.”

“It’s us,” he says.

This is actually the best day ever.