Page 154 of Return Policy
“Trust me, there’s always more to learn.”
He tugs at my hip, rolling me onto my back, and I stare up at him. “I may not know everything about you, but I know who you are as a person. I know you’re sweet, considerate, and creative. You’re hilarious and quirky and brilliant. And every single day with you is replacing every bad one I’ve ever had, and soon all my memories will be sunshine because of you.”
I love you. I love you. I love you.
“Thank you,” I whisper.Thank you? What the fuck was that, Sophia?
“I love you too.” Elijah smiles and bends down, pressing his warm lips to mine.
He really does know everything about me. Apparently, he’s a mind reader now too.
* * *
“There’s one last thing I want to show you before we hit the road,” Elijah says as we pass Penelope’s pasture. He has one arm around my back and is being very secretive about the contents of a large Anderson Family Farm cotton tote bag slung over his other shoulder.
“Pretty sure I only said I wanted to fuck you in a pasture in my head.”
“And now I’m considering changing my destination.”
“You will do no such thing.”
“Fine…” He groans. “But I would like to revisit that.”
“Deal.”
A few minutes later, we stop at the edge of a lush green field. He pulls me to him, and I wrap my arms around his waist, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
Elijah lowers his mouth to mine, enveloping me in the most toe-curling kiss I’ve ever experienced. My knees buckle as he slides his tongue into my mouth, holding me close. One more soft kiss and he pulls away, bending back down to the bag. He takes out two sunflowers, handing me one and keeping the other for himself.
“What are these for?” I smile down at it.
“Well, yours is because it’s beautiful and I want you to have it. My little sunflower.” He grabs my chin and kisses me on the nose. “And mine is for a game.”
Well, my curiosity’s officially been piqued.
“A game?”
“Mm-hmm,” he hums before plucking a petal off the flower. “She loves me.” He grins at me pointedly, and I shake my head as he plucks another petal. “She loves me not.” His eyes flick to mine. “She loves me.”She’s trying to.“She loves me not.” He juts out his lower lip. “She loves me.” He smiles, then continues until there are only three petals left. “She loves me not,” he says, plucking one of the last three petals and tossing it to the ground. He stares at the remaining two and frowns, having done the math in his head.
“What now?”
Ripping the last two petals off at once, he shouts, “She loves me!” He grins like the lovable idiot he is, throws the plucked flower to the ground, and scoops me up in his arms, spinning me around.
“You can’t do that! It’s against the rules.” I laugh wildly, shaking my head, trying to wiggle out of his hold.
“I make the rules.” He sets me back down and pulls me close. “My sunflower, my rules.”
“Is that so?” I throw my arms around his neck.
“Mm-hmm.” He gives me a quick peck kiss. “And you know what that means?”
“What?”
“She loves me.” He smiles, pulling me in for another stomach dropping kiss.
Of course she does.So why am I too damn scared to say it?
We’re quiet for a few moments as he holds me close, and I listen to his pounding heartbeat. “Do you know why I call you Sunflower?” he asks.
