“Are you going to hold on to me the entire walk back?”
“I’ll let go if you give me another kiss so it’s not in your head that you think I was mad about it. I don’t want you apologizing.”
“I don’t think it’s wise.”
“Who says we have to be smart all the time?” she asked. “If you don’t give it to me, I’ll give it to you.”
She crossed her arms and skirted around to stand in front of him.
He must have realized she meant business, so he leaned down to give her a simple peck.
Yep. Not what she wanted.
She caught him around the neck and kept him down to her level, them returning to the kiss they had before the bee made an appearance.
When she heard the buzzing again, she started to internally squirm but controlled the urge to jump out of his arms.
Yeah, no fear was taking her away from this until she was ready.
Not when she knew Clay would protect her.
He finally pulled back after close to two minutes of them playing tonsil hockey. She was winning too. She knew it.
Or they were winning together.
“Ready?” he asked.
That’s it? That was all he had to say?
Her nose scrunched up while she fell in line with him since he was walking ahead of her.
He slowed down when the path widened, and they were side by side. She was going extra slow so as to not trip. The last thing she needed was him making some snide comment about that.
When they got to the clearing and the rows of apple trees, she said, “I miss picking apples. I haven’t done it in years. I had so many memories here. It’s too bad no one can come do it anymore.”
“What would you do with them?” he asked.
“What? The apples?”
“Yeah. Just eat them or bake with them?”
“I’d eat some, but I’d bake a pie and some muffins for sure. Maybe apple bread. My mother used to make that when I was a kid. It was great, but I like muffins because I can pack them in my lunch for school.”
“We can pick some before you leave,” he said.
“Kicking me out?”
“Was it that obvious?”
“Yep.”
“If I was really kicking you out I wouldn’t have offered it.”
Her shoulders wiggled some. “I didn’t think of that.”
“Because you need to talk everything to death rather than look at the actions.”
Hmm. Good point.
