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Maybe Avalon was right.
Perhaps I was going to see that it could get better.
“I have another question.”
Forrest laughed. “I guess I’ll have another answer.”
“Will you kiss me?”
He tipped his head to one side, his eyes moving over my face until they landed on my lips. Though he promised an answer, I didn’t get one.
At least, not the kind I’d been expecting.
Instead, I’d gotten something arguably better. Forrest dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me.
And for the first time in six weeks, I felt like I could breathe again.
EIGHTEEN
Daisy
“You look like you’re lost in thought.”
Forrest wasn’t wrong about that.
Ever since I met him, I found myself constantly thinking—about my life, about him, and about what I wanted for the future.
Tearing my focus away from the breathtaking landscape in front of me, I turned my attention to him. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I had been feeling, and I wasn’t sure where to start with it.
I’d spent my first night with Forrest in his bed last night. It was wonderful being wrapped up in his arms and waking up with him holding me close. If I thought I knew how much I missed being with him, I truly didn’t have a clue.
Not until last night.
Not until I got back what I’d missed.
Forrest had been an utter gentleman. He led me through the house to the shower, and he brought in my bags from my car. When I finished, he urged me to his bed and grabbed some ice to help with the swelling.
He took care of me… again. And though he’d always been gentle with me, it didn’t compare to how he was last night.
It didn’t stop there, either.
After we woke together and spent the morning quietly content in one another’s arms, Forrest made me breakfast. For two people who’d thoroughly enjoyed conversation throughout our entire time at the ski resort, it seemed we had both decided it was okay to slow things down now.
Maybe it was because there was no time limit. Maybe it was because our minds were preoccupied. Or perhaps it was something else entirely.
No matter the reason for it, I adored the quiet moments with him as much as I loved the times when we couldn’t seem to stop talking.
Following breakfast, which Forrest insisted I would not be doing any of the cleanup for, I stepped outside through the doors that led to his deck. When I’d arrived at his place last night, it was too dark to really take anything in, and now that a new day had dawned, I wanted to check it out.
I’d drawn two conclusions in that time.
The first was that I loved where Forrest lived, and the second was that I finally understood why Forrest chose to stay in the cabins at the ski resort. Though the cabin itself differed on the inside from his house, there was no question the outside reminded him of home.
“This place is beautiful, Forrest,” I told him.
“Yeah? You like it?”
I nodded. “I do. It’s so peaceful. I love that you’ve got all of this privacy from the trees here. And before you came out to join me on the deck, I looked around the front of the property. You have a gorgeous view.”
