“So sorry for keeping you waiting. I promise I’m about to make it up to you.”
“You better,” I challenge with a smile.
He teases his mouth over mine but stays just out of reach. Even when I raise up onto my tip toes, he evades my kiss and I let out a low growl of frustration.
“We have to get going. I have a lot of birthdays to make up for.” He steps backwards, tugging on my hand to follow.
Our hands remain intertwined the entire drive to our spot. I didn’t want any distance between us so I sit pressed up against him with my head resting on his shoulder. I love how his hand feels in mine, it’s rough with calluses, so much bigger than mine and yet we fit together perfectly.
“Are you going to tell me what you wished for yet?” he asks and I shake my head.
“Nope, because I want it to come true.”
“Does it have to do with me? Because if it does, I can ensure that it happens.”
I bite my lip, thinking about what it is but refuse to answer him. All I can say is, “I know you would.”
We get to our spot, and after parking instead of getting out right away to fill the truck bed with blankets and pillows like normal, he pulls out a Bluetooth speaker and his phone.
“What’re you doing?” I question.
“You’ll see.”
We get out of the truck cab, I follow Parker to the front wherehe’s kept the headlight on so we have a spotlight on us. He scrolls on his phone before a soft song I instantly recognize plays through the speakers. It’s one of my favorites by Spencer Sparks and I smile as Parker pulls me into his arms and we start to sway.
Wrapping my arms around him, I rest my head on his chest and let him move us as the music plays.
“Do you remember prom?” he asks, his chin resting on the top of my head.
“Of course I do.” I smile at the memories.
“Do you remember afterwards?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, we came out here because I complained how boring it was and it would be better if it was just the two of us.”
“And it was.”
I nod in confirmation. “It was.”
The song ends, flowing into the next one and Parker moves his hands to cup my face, forcing me to look up at him. “I remember how beautiful you looked that night. You had that light blue dress on that matched your eyes.”
I suck in a sharp breath and am unsure of what to say.
He continues, “You had your hair up, but didn’t like how heavy your head felt, and took it down.”
“What else?” I squeak.
“You were going to wear heels but knew you’d end up takingthem off, so you wore your boots instead because you didn’t want your feet hurting and ruining the night.”
“I stand by that.”
“Of course you do, because you’re always unapologetically you,” he states. “You’re Lily Baker. You know who you are and even if someone tries to change you, it’s impossible. You’re perfect just the way you are, and you’re perfect for me.”
I run my hands up his forearms, resting my hands on his that are holding my face. “How do you always know the perfect thing to say?” I practically whisper.
“I don’t, not by a long shot. But I do know what Ineedto say.”
I swallow roughly; my heart is pounding in anticipation as I tighten my grip on his hands. Especially as his eyes search mine, his smile is soft on his chiseled face.