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“And it would feel really weird going to our cabin without you there.”
She tilts her head to the side in confusion. Probably assuming I’m just talking about going to Cathy and Bill’s place.
“Do you think Cathy and Bill will still invite us up there since they know now we were faking it? God, I loved being in the mountains.”
“They might invite us over for dinner if they’re up there at the same time as us.”
She leans back in the chair slightly, squinting her eyes at me. “Did you drink before I showed up at your hotel room?”
“I bought a cabin.” I grin.
Her mouth parts, but sound doesn’t come out.
“It feels like our special place. It feels like the right place for when we want to get away from the city. So I bought it.”
“Is this that billionaire thing where you buy buildings and shit?” She teases.
“You can say that.” I smirk. “But I didn’t buy it as a grand gesture for you… I bought it for us.”
“How did you know this was going to work out?”
“Remember those random questions you asked me on that first date we went on?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she groans. “Don’t remind me. I was just trying to make things less weird.”
“Can you ask me the questions again?”
She pinches her eyebrows together, sitting up taller in her chair “Okay, I’ll play. “What is one thing you’ve never seen before and one place you’ve never been?”
“I’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful than you, and as far as a place I’ve never been… I’ve never been in love with someone the way I'm with you.”
Her cheeks turn a rosy, pink color at the same time a smile engulfs her face. “You’re such a goofball. You know that’s not a place right?”
“You’re home for me, Ave. You have been ever since that first date.”
“You’re home for me too, babe.” She cups my face, bringing it to meet hers. “Now ask me what you wanted to ask me before.”
“Be my fiancé for real. Marry me, Avery.”
“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate with her response. “Yes, I will marry you for real.”
She stands up, wrapping her arms around me. The restaurant around us erupts in cheers and clapping. I pull back and I see happy tears streaming down her face.
“Are you ready to kiss me again, Marc?”
“I might die if I don’t.”
End of December
“Baby, it’s time to get up.” Marc shakes my body from my deep, peaceful sleep.
My eyes are barely open, but I groan in frustration because it still seems dark out. “How many times do I have to tell you… I don’t want to go for a run at five in the morning with you.”
A small laugh registers, and I finally open my eyes.
“First of all, it’s not five in the morning. It’s almost ten.”
My body sits upright, and I scan the room, confused. Whenever I sleep in this late, I feel completely disoriented. Like my body and brain haven’t connected with each other to the point I don’t know how to function.
