She bounces in her seat and squeezes my hand. “Yes!”
“Good. You’ll find out when we get there.”
“I hate you.”
“You don’t,” I tell her.
“No, I really do.”
“Well, I am your sworn enemy.”
“This is a fact.”
Only we don’t do anything that enemies do. In fact, we’re doing the opposite of that. Although, if we were caught leaving town, I probably would’ve made a joke that I was kidnapping her to get to her family.
They would’ve bought it.
“You’re mine as well,” I remind her.
“Also true, but do you take all your enemy conquests away on sex trips?” Lark asks.
I could answer sarcastically, allow the jokes and quips to continue. Instead, I tell her the truth.
“No, sweetheart, you’re the only one.”
Lark leans across the table. We’re in Arizona, right outside of the Grand Canyon. “Do you feel weird?”
“Weird?”
She nods. “Yeah, like we’re doing something we shouldn’t?”
“Not really. We’re at dinner—are we not allowed to eat?”
“You know what I mean,” Lark says with an eye roll.
I do, but it’s so much more fun to irritate her. “We’re not doing anything weird or odd. No one here knows us.”
“I’m aware of that, Tristan. We’re in another state. Still, I feel like we’re going to get caught.”
I lean in, taking her hand in mine. “Then stop being weird and looking like we’re doing something wrong.”
She huffs.
I smile.
She rolls her eyes again.
I grin wider.
She runs her tongue along her teeth and then smiles at me. “I really wish I hated you, but instead, I want to climb across the table and kiss you.”
“I like the second option.”
“I don’t doubt that. I’d watch it, though, Stone—I am going to be sleeping with you later, and I have ways to make you pay.”
And I’ll gladly take any of them since I get her all to myself tonight.
Tonight, we’re staying at a yurt outside of the Grand Canyon. I was able to find one that was going to give us the best of both worlds. We have privacy and a bed, and we can still enjoy the stars and nature the way we do every time we’re together.
