“Colby sent me with a blanket and those comfortable camping type of chairs,” Elijah replies absentmindedly. He cups a hand over his eyes to look at the farm. “I can’t believe this is my first time at the farm.”
I frown. That can’t be true. “Really?”
“Yeah. We’ve just been busy with other things since I came into town. Colby probably meant to bring me sooner. But you know. Life.”
Trevor snorts and shoves an elbow into Elijah’s ribs. “You mean you haven’t come up for air until now.”
Elijah bites his lip. “That too.”
“Well, since y’all are here early, I can show y’all around.”
“Two y’alls in one statement.” Elijah pretends to fan himself, earning a chuckle from me.
“Show us around,” Trevor demands softly, eyes practically sparkling. It takes every ounce of restraint inside me to not pull him to me and kiss him senseless.
Keeping our fingers tangled together, I guide Elijah and Trevor over to the small pumpkin patch. A few families remain, but the crowd has thinned from earlier. After they’ve had their fill of the pumpkins, I lead them over to where the sunflower fields begin. The sun is still high enough in the sky to shine right on the flowers, so they’re facing the sky, with bees buzzing around.
“God, they go on forever,” Elijah says in complete awe.
“I’d almost forgotten how magical this place can be,” Trevor whispers. I squeeze his fingers, so his gaze swings back to me.
“I’ll remind you.”
A crimson flush paints his cheeks. Trevor dips his head to avoid my gaze, but the happy smile on his lips is enough for me.
“Barf,” Elijah teases, voice full of laughter. He grabs Trevor and drags him into the field of sunflowers, while simultaneously throwing his phone at me. I just narrowly catch it. “Take photos of us!”
Taking photos for people isn’t my greatest gift. It’s definitely more Andy’s job than mine. But I bend my knees like she taught me and try to get the best angle of the beautiful boys out in thefield. The sun makes it hard for me to see the screen. Best option is to just hit the capture button as many times as I can which they both seem to appreciate. They go from serious to funny to flirty in the span of seconds.
Elijah runs towards me to grab his phone. He looks through the pictures with a considering look, then smiles up at me. “Good job. Now go out there and take a photo with that gorgeous boy.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I check behind us to make sure we’re alone, save Elijah, then dip Trevor and smother him with a kiss. Trevor laughs against my mouth, and I enthusiastically swallow the taste of his happiness down. The taste of his laugh, of his joy, will always be pure heaven to me. His fingers loosely tangle in my shirt, tugging me closer even as I straighten us back to standing. When I pull away, both of our smiles are dopey. We aim our dazed gazes towards the camera, with our bodies still turned toward one another. Like our bodies are sunflowers searching for the sun, but instead finding one another.
Elijah sends a wink our way. “Those are keepers.”
“What time does everything start?” Trevor asks quietly, eyes searching mine.
“Couple of hours.”
Trevor bites his lip, hard enough to bruise. His gaze flicks down to my mouth for a moment, before meeting my gaze again.
“You make me happy,” Trevor murmurs softly.
I let out a small chuckle. “Same, sweetheart. Wanna know tonight’s movie?”
“I want to know!” Elijah shouts from where he’s tenderly touching the petals of a sunflower.
Trevor chuckles and pinches my bicep. “Well?”
“One of my mama’s favorite fall movies.Practical Magic.”
Elijah practically swoons. “I love that one!”
“That is a good one,” Trevor agrees before sneaking one more kiss.
We spend the next hour or so touring the farm. I shove the two of them into my truck, then take them on a tour of the back property that’s not available to the outsiders. Fields of blueberries, strawberries, sunflowers, peaches, and watermelons roll beside us. Most of the berries are past season, so they’re just plants now, along with the melons. Those are at their best in spring and early summer. Fall is when the farm winds down, instead focusing on events, and preparing the land for the harvest to come the next spring.
But seeing Trevor in the truck beside me, hair blowing in the wind, looking at the land in awe… well, the feelings rustling around inside me are quickly getting a name. He absorbs every ounce of information from me, eager to learn, to know about the farm that’s in my blood. And that his eager attention makes the feelings inside me grow at a scarily rapid rate.
