Hailey
"Well, that went better than I thought," Josh says as we get into the taxi.
I shake my head. "I can't believe you basically told him that we plan to marry someday. What the hell, Josh?"
He shrugs. "It doesn't seem like a crazy idea to me."
I stare at him, stunned. The cab pulls away from the curb, the city blurring past the windows, but all I can focus on is the warm, stubborn certainty in his voice.
"Josh," I say slowly, "we haven't even had a real date. We're not even officially a thing."
He turns to me, resting his elbow on the edge of the seat, his gaze steady. "We have gone on a date."
"Okay, one date. You think I am ready to marry you after one date?" I ask.
"A man can dream," he says, smirking.
God…
I cross my arms, glaring out the window to hide the way my lips threaten to twitch. He's smirking like this is all some big joke, but I can see the truth behind his eyes—he means it.
