“If you finish that sentence, I’m going to take you home and teach that pretty mouth of yours a lesson. Now that you’ve been in my bed, you will only be sleeping curled up in my arms.”
“So bossy,” I tease.
“You like it.”
And he’s right. I do like it.
“So, what were you thinking for food?”
“I’ve got an idea, but if you were craving something different, we could eat whatever you wanted.”
“Why don’t we say it on three?”
“Okay. One. Two. Three,” he counts.
“Italian,” we say at the same time.
“Thank god. I’ve been craving that since Ted said it in his little spiel.” I giggle.
“Me too,” he says, parking the car in front of a building I’ve never seen before.
“Where are we?”
“Logan’s mom, Gwen’s, art studio.”
“Why?” I look at him a little confused. I knew Logan’s mom was an artist. I met her at Donovan and Enzo’s wedding in July, but I’ve never been to her studio before, and Tanner didn’t mention anything about Logan today.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, grabbing both of my hands.
“Yes. Wait, what’s going on?”
“Do you remember when I mentioned starting small with art classes and working your way up to full-blown camps?”
“What did you do?”
“Well, you said that you didn’t know where you would host classes like that, and so it got me thinking that Gwen owns an art studio.”
I stare at him blankly, trying to process what he’s saying.
“I wasn’t sure about how accessible it was, so I came down the other day and toured it, and I don’t know much, but I think it might be perfect, and Gwen seemed really excited about the idea.”
“You didn’t have to do that. I told you I’d figure it out.”
“I know, and I’m not trying to overstep. You are completely capable of doing this camp thing on your own, and if you hate this idea, we can leave and go carb load on pasta, breadsticks, and wine. But I also know that you’re stubborn, and you're a little scared to take the leap because you don’t want to fail, and I get it. I understand being scared of failing, so I thought maybe if I gave you a little friendly push, you could finally have a piece of your dream. I know it’s not the whole camp plan, but I think it's a really good start.”
I lean forward and press my lips against his. “Thank you,”I say, tears filling my eyes. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
The L-word pops into my head, and my stomach flips. This seems too fast for love. I mean, fuck, it’s only been a day, but damn if I’m not falling harder for him by the second.
“You want to go see it and talk to Gwen?”
“Yes.” I smile and nod my head. “Let’s go.”
We climb out of the car, and I follow him down the sidewalk to a door about a block from where we parked. He doesn’t let go of my hand, and I smile at the thought that, since we started this thing, he hasn’t let many moments go by that he wasn’t touching me in some way.
“Okay, so there are three handicap parking spots right here,” he says, pointing to three spaces up ahead of us.
“That’s great.”
