Willow:

I couldn't wait. I had no restraint and the curiosity was too much for me to suffer through all day. I hadn't wanted to just wonder what it could have said. I wanted to know, so I read it as soon as I got in my car yesterday.

Let me start off by saying, "good morning, Willow."

Now let me fill you in real quick - I'm going to fall in love with you. I'm not being irrational by saying that. I just know, and I want you to know in case you're not ready to love me back. And I know you're not going to like that I wrote all of this on a sticky note, but Willow, this is what I do. I write down the feelings that I'm afraid of.

I hope for lots of things involving us, Willow.

Find me when you're ready. I'll be waiting for you. Always you.

When I got home, I pinned it to my calendar in my bedroom, where I decided it would stay. I hadn't really known how to handle Wyatt's words in a useful sense, but I knew one thing. I felt the exact same way as he did and I was going to tell him just that.

It was my first day off; I had a four-day vacation planned for me, Annette, and Caitlyn. We were going to visit my family in Nolensville, Tennessee. I had bought our plane tickets, and we all had to be at the airport by five in the afternoon. I packed my and Annette's bags, and Caitlyn said she'd take care of her 'shit' before Annette and I came back to the apartment.

I had written a note of my own for Wyatt. I wasn't going to leave for four days without giving him a response. Neither of us could bear that. I'd miss him a lot and the anticipation of seeing him again would get to me, but this vacation was much needed. I hadn't seen my parents in a long time. It had been a year since Annette and I had last seen them.

There was also Trace Danes, Kennedy's mother. Annette and I had missed her, too. I needed to tell my family the truth. Trace was also my family. She was Annette's grandmother, but even after eight years, no one but me knew that fact. I'd have to come clean eventually. It was only fair. I was ready to get it off my chest, and let it be known.

I called my mom and dad yesterday, and had talked to them about visiting - about coming home. They were all for it, of course. They were excited parents, excited grandparents. They were ready for us. They even begged for us to bring Caitlyn along, too, and that only took a little bit of convincing on my end. I agreed to pay for the groceries for the next two months, so Caitlyn would go with us.

"You have to engage in conversation, and go out with us if we go out, though," I had told her at the time.

She had only groaned once before saying, "Yeah, okay."

Now I was at the school to pick up Annette. I parked this time instead of waiting in the parent pick-up circle, because I was going to go inside. I had to give attendance an excuse for the days Annette wouldn't be at school.

Then there was her teacher, who I'd have to get her homework from. Wyatt was all over my mind and homework was the last thing I wanted to ask him for. I had a torn piece of paper in my hand.

Morning, Wyatt. Or should I say 'good afternoon'?

It's pretty obvious that I'm down for what you're down for. Let's not beat around the bush, shall we?

Yes. I am aware that I will fall in love with you. And yes, I'm ok with that. I'll find you in 4 days, Mr. Blanquette. I'm visiting my family in Tennessee. I'm sure you and your right hand will have fun while I'm gone. xoxo

I had folded the note before pocketing it. This was my response to Wyatt's note, and I only wrote a note because that was fair game. And there'd also be people in the halls this time around, so I wouldn't had been able to just say it.

I walked at a fast pace after automatically locking my car. I was wearing khaki shorts and a white V-neck t-shirt, along with a pair of Keds. I looked like a soccer mom, but my attire for today was arranged accidentally. I had my father in mind when I dressed myself, because I'd be seeing him later today. I had asked myself - what would dad prefer to see me wearing?

My dad, Marshall, was a conservative golfer. He hated open-toed shoes; he had always said flip flops or sandals were useless footwear. My mother had always worn open-toed shoes just to mock him, but it was only funny when she did that. Back in the day, I'd catch absolute hell if he caught me wearing shoes that showed off my toes. I had learned my lesson a long time ago.

It wasn't until I got out of the car when I realized my outfit wasn't very inviting, or enticing. Wyatt would see me in this outfit and I wasn't technically excited about his reaction.

It wasn't until I opened the door to the school when I decided to worry about it less. Wyatt was staring at me. Though there were swarms of small children separating us, it hadn't taken much time at all for me to catch him across the hall. It appeared that he was heading towards attendance, which was where I was heading.

We soon found each other at the open entrance, next to the big window where we could see the attendance workers on their computers.

We made eye contact as we both stood there.

"Willow." He said my name, in a greeting sense, I presumed.

I hadn't said anything. I took the note from my pocket and immediately handed it to him.

He took it slowly, his eyes curious. "When should I read this note you just handed to me?" he asked.

I made a circle gesture with my finger. "Turn around, read it, face me again, then voice your response," I instructed.

He chuckled. "Okay, then."

He did as I asked, and I admired his ass in his own pair of khakis. He was wearing a turquoise sweater, too, and I immediately thought of yesterday and what he was wearing then.

Wyatt's favorite color is blue, I thought.

He turned as I watched him gently place the note in his pocket. He grinned, suddenly. "I can't voice my response to that here. My classroom?"

"Uh," I paused, thinking.

"It'll only take a second," he assured me.

Annette was waiting outside for me. That made me nervous, but I figured this exchange with Wyatt was important. It was important. Annette would wait on the bench. She told me that she always waited on the bench when Caitlyn came to pick her up while I was pinned at work. She'd be okay. I needed to chill out.

I determined then that I'd call attendance instead. "Yeah, okay, sure."

I followed behind Wyatt and we were soon entering his classroom. He turned to face me after I had shut his door.

"I'm not trying to make this an awkward start," he blurted out. "There's just a point where a guy endures enough hurt, you know? I've developed a strong guard. Sure, I was afraid you'd walk away after I told you all of that stuff, but Willow - I'm so glad you didn't. I'm so glad you proved to be the woman I believed you to be," he spoke his words slowly, so I'd know they weren't forced - so I'd know they were real words. His eyes I just ate up with mine, because they were there for me to take and I couldn't resist.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he held up a finger. "Not so fast," he smiled, his eyebrow hitched. "I want your response on paper. I want your response on -" he paused, moving to search his desk. He opened a notebook and tore a piece of a blank page out of it. "I want your response on this paper," he insisted, as he handed me the torn notebook paper. He grabbed a pen from his desk and handed me that, too.

I looked at the paper blankly, and then I said, "Okay," without hesitation before turning away from him so I'd be facing the lines of desks. I sat in the first one along the middle row. I started writing as I sat there, the pen clutched tightly in my hand.

I need you to understand something, Wyatt.

It's complicated, but I can't go another

day without telling you.

I need you.

Those are the first three words I wrote

on this paper, and they're the truest words

I've ever written.

I need you like you need me, and I'll miss you

while I'm gone.

Just you.

Kisses to make up for four days?

As of now, kissing is my favorite

thing to do with you.

I wonder what you taste

like today. The only

taste of you that

I remember is

orange

juice.

xoxo

I had gotten up from the desk. I walked up to him, our eyes connected, and I gave him the note without even folding it. "Read it now," I had told him.

He had no argument as he quickly looked down and started reading my words. The curiosity he wasn't going to let get to him. Not when I insisted he read it in front of me - right that very second.

He looked up from the note when he was done reading it, his eyes intense and his posture restless.

Instead of giving me words, he gave me what I wanted. He grabbed me, and he kissed me. Hard kisses, soft kisses, just enough to make me melt kisses. Wyatt kisses. We just kissed for a few minutes, my arms and his one functional arm wrapped around each other. I gave him a few of my own kisses and I could tell he appreciated them by the way he came back, and gave me a kiss that made me feel all over.

His kiss was like a wave against my body, his body, our mouths, and our fingers as they laced together.

Once we stopped kissing, we stood there in a silent embrace. All we heard was our own breaths.

Instead of wording a goodbye, he stepped away from me, ripped another piece of paper out of his notebook, and scribbled his words on the paper. Then he handed the note to me after folding it twice.

I knew to read it whenever I'd be alone.

"Four days," he said.

I pocketed the note before nodding. "Four days," I repeated his words.

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