- 47 (rewritten!)

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sammi's pov

this is so unreal. my boyfriend, who i thought i would see in at least two months, was sitting on my bed.

"i still can't believe you're here." i said, climbing up on the bed and sitting in his lap.

"better believe me, babe." he chuckled.

"how long are you here for?"

"two days. i have to go back for my graduation." he said and i smiled. he looked down at my hand and laced his fingers in mine.

"hey, you're wearing the promise ring i got you.." his face lit up.

"haven't taken it off, babe."

"kiss me, cutie."

i giggled, smashing my lips to his. his strong hand found it's way to the small of my back, pushing my body into his even more.

his lips tasted so good, a mix of berry and peppermint. jack slowly removed himself from me and grinned.

"i got you a present.." he whispered in my ear.

"really.. i didn't get you shit." i replied, earning a slight laugh from jack.

"let me go get it." he pulled me off his lap, onto the bed, and got up.

he pulled out a bag with what looked like a shoe box and some other things.

"here. oh, and this is from 'the coolest mom ever.'" he handed me the bag filled with things and two one hundred dollar bills.

"jesus christ.. i'm gonna have to text katherine later.." i giggled slightly before taking the items and smiling widely.

i looked inside the bag to find a pair of red raela steve madden heels, a red long bustier dress from alexander mcqueen, the pink gold love bracelet and matching earrings from cartier, and a card.

dear sammi,

babe, you mean the world to me. we've spent these last five months just as happy as we could be. even with you moving to florida, we somehow made it livable. you, samantha, are my one true love. my baby girl. my fucking cinnamon apple. what i'm trying to say is that i love you. i wanna spend the rest of my life with you. wanna get an apartment in omaha and live together once you actually get back to omaha?

xx - jack

by now, my eyes were leaking tears.

"of course. of fucking course. i'd love to move in with you baby." i beamed and his lips curled into a smile.

"i love you."

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