A car turning onto our road catches our attention.
“Your girl is back,” he murmurs.
My heart races as I catch sight of her.
I never know what to expect after she has a therapy session. Sometimes she’s closed off, and other times she looks lighter.
When the car comes to a stop, she gets out, catching me off guard.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as she throws her arms around my neck.
She pops up on her tiptoes and kisses me.
At first, I’m frozen. We’ve never kissed in front of others, not since we’ve been here. When she starts to pull away, though, I get it together and kiss her back.
“Get it, girl,” Maggie teases.
Aspen laughs as she pulls back, her eyes shining brightly.
“What was that for?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I felt like it was time. Is that okay?”
“You know it is,” I growl, pulling her in closer.
She smiles. “Good.”
“How was therapy?” I ask as I rub my thumb along her chin.
“Great. I feel lighter,” she tells me.
I press a kiss to her nose. “Think it’s helping?”
She tilts her head from side to side. “To be determined. Are you stuck out here all day?”
“For a few more hours at least, yeah,” I tell her.
She gives me a coy smile. “Find me when you’re done?”
“You know I will.”
She leans up again and kisses me. All too soon, she pulls away and runs back to the car and slides into the passenger seat. Maggie waves as they drive through the gate.
“Your girl is looking better,” Yak says.
My heart feels lighter. “So it’s not just me?”
“Nah, man, we all see it. Shit, maybe you should load her up on the back of your bike and hit the road. Get away from here for a while. Once you patch in, of course.”
For a moment, I picture it. Spending all day on the road before stopping for a few days, hitting up different spots. For some reason, I imagine Aspen wanting to stop at weird roadside attractions, like giant balls of yarn and shit, and it makes me smile.
I wonder if she would want to. Just go and have some alone time to figure us out before coming back here and settling down.
Would she want to build a cabin here on club property? Or would she want to live somewhere close by?
There’s so much about her I don’t know yet.
We have time. A long road trip would really give us a start, though.
