The Promises We Keep (Made for Love Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

tempting, ” she teases with a laugh. “ I ’ ll only come if you end up moving someplace amazing. ”
    “ Noted. I ’ ll keep you posted. ”
    “ La-la-la, I can ’ t hear you! ” mutters Avery.
    Gray and I exchange a smirk, picking up on Avery ’ s insistence that we not talk about what will happen in a year and a half when I get accepted into medical school — a when , not an if as far as our group is concerned. She doesn ’ t like being confronted with the likely possibility that I will be moving away, which means Addie will be moving away, which would separate the twins for the first time in their lives. Not that Avery hasn ’ t also entertained the idea that her own professional career could possibly have the same effect, but we all know how hard it will be for them. Avery isn ’ t opposed to the idea, just opposed to talking about the idea until she absolutely can ’ t avoid it anymore. In her mind, we have a few months, yet.
    We switch topics, filling each other in on the rest of our weekend plans. The five of us usually go to church together on Sundays. Sometimes we get together with a bunch of the other college students in attendance and we grab lunch after; sometimes we meet up with Jack and Claire and do lunch at our apartment or the girls ’ place; sometimes we go our separate ways for lunch and meet up to chill a bit later — whatever we do, we always make time for each other after church.
    It all started because Sarah — who insists that Sunday isn ’ t called the sabbath day for nothing — has all but demanded that we cut out some time to relax and just enjoy each other — without any homework — for at least that one day each week. No one likes to argue with Sarah, plus we all agree that making time to just hang out with the whole group is good for everyone. It ’ s been our tradition going on three years now. With finals coming up, Avery suggests a study lunch. Gray is quick to agree. Of course . Sarah scowls at both of them, reminding them about the no homework allowed rule.
    “ How about we do a movie night? ” says Addie. “ I know finals are breathing down everyone ’ s neck these days, so I could probably stand to do some homework, too — if we meet around dinner time we could all chip in for pizza and then just hang out and watch movies. ”
    “ Works for me, ” says Sarah, casting her vote. Everyone is quick to agree and then pretty soon we ’ re all sitting down with plates stacked with pancakes. I enjoy it while it lasts, knowing good and well that as soon as we ’ re done, it ’ ll be back to studying.

    My man is dreamy , I admit with a lazy smile as I gaze at him from across the table. He ’ s tall and thin — made up of lean muscle and just enough body fat to make him comfortable to hold onto without feeling like I ’ m hugging a cold brick wall. He keeps his chestnut brown hair cropped short, because the longer it gets the curlier it gets and he ’ s never been able to manage his locks very well. As far as I ’ m concerned, I ’ d love him any way I could get him.
    Avery always says he walks a fine line between hipster and geek-chic. Sarah tells me all the time that I have the sexiest nerd on campus. I agree on both counts. He has no idea how gorgeous he is, especially when he smiles. I watch as he slides the tips of his fingers into his front pant pockets — like he does sometimes — leaning back in his chair. He ’ s full. I can tell.
    My lazy smile turns into a grin when he looks over at me. His dark blue eyes, framed by his hipster black rimmed glasses, meet mine. I relish the fact that I ’ ve been caught checking him out.
    He winks at me and I blow him a kiss,
    Good gracious, I love that man.
    I knew that I wanted to marry Beckham when I was seventeen years old. I know that sounds crazy. There are billions of people in the world and I ’ ve probably rubbed shoulders with fewer than a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of them; not to mention, I