She’s getting to me.
How about tonight?
I start to type a second message, trying to hint that I want to see her but not give it all away.
Her response comes before I can even type in I was thinking…
Yes.
I smile.
I didn’t even tell you my idea.
Doesn’t matter.
Fuck. I’m done for.
You’re up for anything?
Yes.
That makes my thoughts automatically start down a path that is a lot dirtier and less romantic than what I’ve actually got planned.
Did I plan something romantic for Mia tonight?
Yes. I’ll admit it. To myself only.
In fact, I’m planning for no one but Mia to know anything about it.
But yes, fuck, it’s romantic. I know that. The only other way to spin it would be to insist that it’s just about helping her salvage some of what she wanted from tonight.
She said she wanted to camp. I can make that happen despite the storm that tore through the area.
But the twinkle lights and movie screen I set up probably push it into ‘romantic’ territory.
And I’m not sorry.
What if there’s not enough room for anyone else?
Just you and me?
Yeah.
I’m completely fine with that.
My heart kicks. And I’m suddenly thinking about the non-kiss from last night.
I should have kissed her.
I should have kissed the hell out of her.
She’s afraid to ruin the kiss from the deer stand? That’s not going to happen. It’s only going to get better from there.
But our next kiss is going to ruin something.
Like my ability to keep telling myself that this is just casual.
Like my ability to want to kiss anyone else.
