23. Lucy

Chapter 23

Lucy

T he gravel crunched beneath the truck’s tires as he turned onto the private road leading to the cabin. “I knew it! I won.”

“What happened to wherever you take me I win?” He chuckled, slowing down as we approached the cabin.

“I can have both things, right? Why choose?”

“You can have anything you want, baby.” He glanced over at me. Every time his eyes met mine, my heart turned over in my chest.

“That’s what I like to hear,” I teased, knowing it worked both ways. I would do anything for him too. Always.

He pulled to a stop and cut the engine.

“How about, I love you. Do you like hearing that?”

“What?” I spun toward him, hair flying over my shoulder. “Say it again. I want to see it too. Wait, let me—” I unbuckled and climbed into his lap. “Okay, now tell me. I want this to be multisensory.”

“God, I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

He seized my cheeks in his big palms and kissed me. His hands drifted into my hair, and his tongue swept into my mouth. Straddling him on my knees, I felt him hard underneath me, so I sank down with nothing but my panties and his dress slacks between us.

He pulled back. “Holy shit. Let’s get inside, sweetheart. Before we end up having to make a mad naked dash into the cabin.”

“Yeah.” I panted. “That was—something.” I opened his door and carefully climbed down. “I like how “I love you” sounds when you say it.”

“I love you,” he repeated, eyes blazing down at me.

“Gah! I love you too!”

He joined me on the ground, swept me into his arms like a groom with a bride, and carried me to the porch.

“Those shoes are sexy as hell but not made for up here, baby. You’ll slip and fall.”

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “They’re doing what they’re made for, Spencer. Aren’t they?”

“I guess they are.” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned at me.

After setting me down, he unlocked the door and swept out an arm. I went inside, taking a few steps into the living area before twirling in a circle to take it all in.

“What did you do? It’s like magic in here.”

A fire blazed in the fireplace. Candles in cute little jars were placed throughout the room, and gorgeous arrangements of pink roses were centered on the kitchen table, the fireplace mantel, and the end tables.

“It is magic whenever you’re here. You’ve changed my life, Lucy. Since the minute I saw you way back in kindergarten, it’s been you. You’ve always been special to me. Then you drew that picture of my mom for me, and I told my dad I would marry you someday. I don’t remember saying it, but he reminded me the day he picked us up. But this cabin is where we truly started, and I thought it would be the perfect place to tell you how fucking in love with you I am.”

“I love you, Spencer.” I threw myself into his arms. “More than anything. I’m so lucky I crashed into that stupid snowbank. I never thought it was possible to be this happy. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I always knew it would be like this with you. You’re the magic, Spencer. You’ve changed my life too.”

“I love you so much.”

“And I love you. I’m going to make you happy. I promise.”

“You already do, sweetheart.”

We broke apart, staring into each other’s eyes and smiling like lovestruck fools as we realized how good we would be together and how lucky we were to have found something this special.