“Yes, we are. And I’m not letting you go again.”
Another flutter of the good butterflies filled my chest.
I stared out of the window, marveling at the scenery, the car eating up the road. I’d never experienced a New England fall, and the pictures I’d seen had got nowhere near doing it justice.
Tall trees on either side of us were glowing in the sunshine, their leaves a blanket made from a hundred different shades of orange, red, pink, and yellow, burning bright like flames. Inbetween, periodic glimpses of the coast emerged alongside the occasional lighthouse. Soon, boats started to appear, scattering the water, bobbing about on the waves. He turned off the interstate, slowing the car as we passed the picturesque chocolate box houses so typical of the east coast region, before crossing a welcome bridge signaling our entrance into the village.
It was like a real-life Nancy Meyer’s movie.
The main street was filled with people. It seemed we weren’t the only ones who’d decided to come for a walk in the October sunshine, and we drove along until we found a space to park. He cut the engine and turned to me, his hands cupping the back of my head, pulling me into him. As soon as his lips touched mine, I opened up for him without a second thought, allowing him access, wanting him so badly, wanting his sweetness to consume me.
I sighed.
My boyfriend is so fucking dreamy.
His tongue stroked round my mouth, his grip at the base of my neck tightening, deepening our kiss. A low moan rumbled through him, hitting me straight between my thighs, and I fought the urge to dry hump him until I came.
Which wouldn’t take long.
He pulled back, his eyes flashing in amusement at my desperation.
“More of that later.” He straightened the collar of my hoodie, pulling it up at the back so it rested against my neck. “Come on, I’m hungry.”
He reached into the backseat, retrieving a ball cap and pulled it down low on his face. We both jumped out, meeting at the front of the car. He slung his arm over my shoulder, kissing my head, and for the millionth time I reveled in his height and size.
I stopped as we turned the corner. Okay, this was seriously cute.
The place was already decorated for Halloween, even though it was a still few weeks away. Pumpkins were on every shop stoop, the windows covered in decals of ghosts and witches. Festive bunting lights were strung up across the street.
Drew looked down at me, questioning. “Luck, why have we stopped walking?”
“Because I was just taking in how cute this place is.”
“Not as cute as me though, right?” he laughed, kissing me quickly.
I rolled my eyes. “No, not as cute as you.”
“Good, good.” He pulled me along and into a busy diner.
The scent of maple syrup, sugar, and coffee hit me hard, saliva rapidly filled my mouth and my stomach rumbled loudly, desperate for food. Drew looked down at me, his eyebrow raised. He’d clearly heard it.
I shrugged. “I’m hungry.”
The waitress guided us to a booth by the window and we slid in, Drew’s massive body filling the space and making me laugh.
“What?”
“Nothing, you’re just so big.”
His eyebrow rose again.
“You know what I mean.”
He glanced down at the menu hiding a grin, just as the waitress approached.
“What can I get you kids? You want coffee to start?”
Drew looked up at her. “Yes, please, plus a large stack with eggs and two juices.”
