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I will want to kiss you . . .
. . . and I will.
I stayed silent for the rest of the drive—those nine words playing over and over again in my mind. He wanted to kiss me . . . again. He admitted it matter-of-factly. Had he been thinking of that kiss as much as I had?
It was too dark to watch the mountains, all I could see was the salt-covered road in front of the Jeep. Every now and then another car would pass and give me some indication of where we were, but that didn't help my thought process any more.
My mind was elsewhere.
Elliots fingers on my neck, finding my hair with ease, feeling the calluses, caused by the guitar strings, glide across my skin. Elliots lips on mine. The warmth and tingle they created. The energy and want . . . need . . . just from one kiss.
I will want to kiss you . . .
. . . and I will.
“I believe that’s Park City.” Elliot’s voice caused me to snap back to reality, watching as the small junction came into view. “I would say let's stop and get McDonalds, but I’m assuming your mom cooked?”
I nodded. “Ribs.”
“Perfect.”
“Take this exit, and then follow the signs for Deer Valley, we’re not far, maybe fifteen more minutes depending on the traffic,” I mumbled, knowing for a fact that my voice was way too low for him to understand what I was trying to say. But he pulled off the exit all the same, turning off to the right and passing all the buildings I had grown to know. “I come here every year and something always changes.”
We passed the Olympic Park entrance on the right, and the Redstone Shopping Center to the left. I could see the first barn come into view and the new Bill White Ranch off to the side.
I will want to kiss you . . .
I’ll wrap my arm around you . . .
Taking a deep breath, I pulled my attention back out the window. The drive from the freeway into Old Town Park City was quick, with a few neighborhoods on the right, but light still illuminated the buildings I loved to see while vacationing here. Each one still looked the same—had that same feel to them—even though Park City was still ever-changing. The Park City Nursery,still full of trees, had their Christmas lights on even though it was February. The ski resort I still called, “The Canyons,” despite the fact that it was sold years ago and now had a different name. The large Catholic church, St. Mary’s, was before the iconic white barn, right before you passed the “Welcome to Park City” sign. I sighed, happy to see that sign still looked the same as it had.
I looked over at Elliot, his eyes still focused on the road in front of him while his thumbs still drummed the steering wheel to the beat of the music, so concentrated on the road he was missing all the sights that the drive to the cabins had to offer. Even if it was dark outside, the McPolin Barn still came into view, making me remember how much I loved this little town.
Starting now, I’m your boyfriend and you're my girlfriend .
. . . I will want to kiss you.
. . . and I will.
“Still following signs for Deer Valley?”
I snapped my eyes from Elliot, and looked back at the road. I cleared my throat. “Yes, not much further. We can go up Main Street if you’d like, it’s stunning at night.”
“We have three weeks to see Main Street. I don't know about you, but I’m exhausted.” He sighed.
“Oh, right.” Instant guilt hit my stomach. Out of this drive, I had driven maybe two hours. He closed his eyes for a few moments while I drove, and then offered to take back over. “And now you have to meet my entire family.”
He tilted his head and hummed. “I’m actually looking forward to that.” He chuckled. “But I’m really looking forward to making a bed on the floor and passing out for a solid eight hours.”
“Oh, here”—I pointed to the roundabout—“go up to the left—the third exit.”
Elliot followed my instructions, and once he turned down the final road to the cabin, the snow-covered trees made my heart lurch. I loved these mountains. The snow and the memories they brought with them. My family was right around the bend, and soon they’d all be meeting Elliot . . . meetingDaxton.
The large cabin came into view first. I saw the lights on in the main room, and I caught a glimpse of my mom’s blonde hair in the kitchen. Jillian and Harrison’s rental car was parked out front, and my dad’s Tahoe was parked in his normal spot. The two smaller cabins sat dark, off to the sides, but I knew they were filled with their suitcases already. The kids had most likely already claimed their beds and made themselves at home. I smiled at the thought.
Elliot pulled the Jeep up next to the Tahoe and took a deep breath. He turned to me and smirked.
“Ready?”
