Who would I choose?

LESLIE’S POV Wade disappeared the night of the gala. I didn’t hear him come home. I didn’t hear our door open or close. In the morning, I checked the living room and found the couch untouched. He clearly hadn’t slept in it. I told myself not to worry, this was a typical behavior of his. He was the king when it came to grabbing his things and leaving. No one did it as well as Wade. Still, it bothered me and I was once again reminded that I didn’t have his number. It was insane. Somehow, neither of us had gotten the other’s number because it felt like some kind of line we shouldn’t cross. For a moment, standing in front of my mirror, I allowed myself to wonder if I’d imagined everything. The softness behind Wade’s eyes, the way the fireworks exploded in the sky and set the mood, the moment in the Ferris wheel. I remembered how he had put his jacket over my shoulder, so casually, like it belonged there. I sighed and turned, seeing the stuffed whale lying on my bed. Sergeant. I sighe