18 - Lips On You

~Holly’s Point of View~

After dinner, we lazed around the house, and I hoped for a quiet night. Chase and Dylan of course were more than happy to soak up the hotel pool while the Pendletons sat on the phone talking to a realtor and plotting a million other things. They were dead serious about moving. So much so that they were bothering people on New Year’s Eve.

That pretty much left me as the big decision maker. What I ultimately decided would be the way of things. And now I had two families waiting on me to make up my damn mind.

A part of me truly wondered how I could go home. Back to a quiet house. A house with so much of my past … that I wasn’t sure held any of my future.

If you’d asked me a month ago if I’d ever leave it, ever consider selling my parents’ house I’d have thought you were high. But now, it suddenly doesn’t seem so weird.

I texted Chase to see if I could take him to breakfast … where to, I had no idea. But Slade had a driver on demand more or less, I was certain