“Yes.”
“About us?”
I meet his eyes.
“That part…”
“…I’m not unsure about.”
His expression softens.
“That’s good.”
Because the truth is—
The past few days changed something.
The quiet.
The lake.
The way Boone looks at me like the world makes sense when we’re together.
It makes everything feel real.
“Come here,” he says quietly.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Why?”
“Just come here.”
I stand and walk around the table.
Boone reaches for my hand and gently pulls me closer between his knees.
The warmth of his hands settles at my waist.
“You’ve been thinking too much,” he says.
“That’s my specialty.”
“Try something different.”
“Like what?”
He smiles slightly.
“Stop thinking.”
“That’s ambitious.”
“Let me help.”
And then he kisses me.
Slow.
