Promised (The Promised Series)

argue about it right now. We probably have an appointment to make, right?”
    She looks at the time on her phone. “Oh gosh, we’re going to be late.” She puts her phone back in her pocket and rushes towards one of the closest brick buildings, pulling me along by my hand.

Chapter 22 – Wyn
    ~Sinking In~
    Linc is sitting across from me, grinning from ear to ear, trying to hide it by keeping his cup of hot chocolate close to his mouth. I set my caramel Frappuccino on the table and say. “Don’t get your hopes up, yet.” But even as I’m saying the words, I can’t stop myself from smiling. This college is perfect and the tour only helped to emphasis that point; a top rated nursing program, excellent student housing, and to top it all off, only an hour away from home. So I’d be able to see Linc when he’s on leave.
    “I know, I know. But you have to admit this place is almost perfect.” He sets his own drink on the table.
    “I’ll admit that, but I don’t know if I’ve been accepted yet. And then I have to worry about paying if I do.”
    “You’ll get a scholarship.” He states as if it’s already a done deal. If only I could be that confident that everything will work out.
    I change the subject, not wanting to jinx myself. “Let’s go look through the school store. We still have some time before we need to be back at the school.”
    He picks his hot chocolate back up and in one large drag, downs the remainder. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Without a word, he drags me out of my seat and in the direction of the store. I somehow manage to grab my Frappuccino before he has me too far from the table.
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    I snuggle deeper into my new hoodie. It’s not my usual style, but dang if it isn’t cozy. And the fact that Linc bought it for me, makes it my favorite item in my wardrobe. This is the reason Linc was so pumped about looking through the school store. Well, not this specifically, but the idea that he could buy me something for Valentine’s Day. Not your typical V-day gift, but in my eyes, a heck of a lot better. I could have picked out anything there and he would’ve bought it for me. But as soon as my eyes locked on the white zip up hoodie with the school name across the back, I knew I wanted it. I planned on buying it for myself, but Linc wouldn’t even let me open my purse. I tried to buy him something in return, but he wouldn’t let me do that either. Though, he did get himself a baseball cap with the school name across the front. The hat upped his already hot self from smoking to on fire, so I was pretty darn thrilled when he decided to buy it.
    Overall, this day has been perfect. The school taking responsibility for a small part of the perfection, and the time spent with Linc taking up the rest. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Linc silently shaking with laughter.
    “What?” I ask.
    “You act like you’ve never worn a hoodie.”
    “This is my first.”
    “Seriously?”
    “I’ll have you know, Lincoln Tatman, I am normally a girl of fashion.” I say all high and mighty, causing his silent laughter to turn audible.
    “That’s hard not to notice, but you do add a touch of class to the casual college student look.”
    I roll my eyes at his comment and push my hands into the pockets. “I have to admit that this thing is super comfy. If I could wear it every day without freaking out my mom, I’d so do it.”
    “Where are you going to tell them it came from? I don’t want you to get in to trouble.” He asks as he flips on the turn signal to merge into the next lane. He decided he’d drive us back to the school and since it’s his car, I decided not to argue. Instead, I’m sitting back in my super soft hoodie enjoying the ride, and the view of Linc in his new hat. Which by the way, he wears turned backwards, which might up the hot factor from on fire to molten.
    “I’ll tell them there were college recruiters giving out freebies at the school today. They won’t think anything about that because it’s happened before. I just didn’t get sweet hoodies those times.” I grin.
    He shakes his head and smiles. “You’re a goofball.”
    “Well, I’m a goofball you love. So what does that say about you?”
    “That I must be a goofball too.”
    “Yep.” I nod in agreement.
    All too soon, we pull into the school parking lot. The carefree feeling of earlier in the day gone and in its place is the uncertainty that’s