Page 9 of Wrapped in Hope
Chapter 4
The weekend goesby too quickly. The funny thing is we don’t leave the property the entire time, only leaving the cabin so I can take some pictures of the nearby scenery. Photography has always been a fun hobby of mine, it’s something I love to play around with. We walk along the property taking pictures of the wildlife, the sunset, and I even sneak a few of Dean. When I’m caught, he chases after me, tackles me, and steals my camera to snap a few pictures of me.
But for most of the weekend we stay in bed late into the day. We cuddle on the couch and watch TV, we roast marshmallows in the fire place, and we make love over and over. This is the most uninterrupted alone time we’ve ever had with one another, and it only causes the addiction to take hold that much stronger.
I’m not ready to leave when Sunday morning rolls around. I’m not ready to give up this glimpse of how our future could be. I don’t want to go back home and live with my parents who won’t allow us to be in a room alone together. I’ve had a taste of him, and I don’t want to give that up. I want him by my side every night. I want him wracking my body with waves of pleasure as often as possible. I want to feel his heat, smell his scent, and hear his deep, even breathing as he sleeps peacefully behind me.
I now understand the saying, love is a drug. It is, and it’s powerful.
Dean grabs our bags, and we walk out hand in hand. “We can come back again,” he promises me, picking up on my apprehension.
I nod, a little sad. “Oh, one last thing,” I say, wanting something to remember this by, other than the loss of my virginity and the new ring on my finger. I pull out my camera and set up the timed feature. I place the camera on the hood of his truck, propping it between our bags that he sets down.
“Where do you want me?” he groans, knowing what’s coming.
“Stand on the bottom step.”
I set the timer to take three pictures every ten seconds. I rush over to his side and he wraps his arm around my waist as we smile at the camera. The flash goes off, indicating the picture was taken, and I turn in his arms.
“Kiss me.”
He doesn’t argue. He kisses me. A kiss that is full of passion, love, and devotion. I crack open one eye in time to see the flash go off.
I pull away and he places his hand on my cheek, cupping my face sweetly while looking longingly into my eyes. I’m lost in blue with flakes of green. Just staring into them makes me want to kiss him again, but I’m brought out of my daze when the flash goes off for the last time.
“Is that it?” he asks.
I nod. “That’s it. Time to go home.”
We both walk back to the truck and I put my camera back in my purse while he grabs the last of the bags to load into the back.
I climb up into my seat, feeling weighed down. This is silly. I’m acting like we won’t ever get this again when we’ll be leaving for college in a couple of months. We’ll basically have all the time in the world.
I take a deep breath and decide to suck it up. We’ve had a great weekend. I shouldn’t be sad it’s over. I should be happy that it happened at all. I feel all the negative feelings leave me, leaving a gaping hole in my stomach that I don’t understand.
Dean climbs behind the wheel. “Are you sure you got everything?”
I look over at him with a smile. “I’m sure.” Instead of putting my seat belt on, I move to the center of the bench seat so I can be closer to him. He places the key in the ignition and the truck turns over. Before he shifts into gear, my hand lands on his, stopping him.
“Thank you for this weekend. It was perfect.”
His lips turn up before he reaches out, placing his hands on either side of my face and pulling me in for a long kiss.
His soft lips glide against mine, and I’m in heaven, completely surrounded by him. He’s teasing every sense, lighting every nerve ending that causes a fire to light low in my belly.
When he pulls away, we’re both breathless. “You’re welcome.” He pulls on his seatbelt, shifts into reverse, and starts backing out of the driveway.
I face the front, feeling my body flush with all the strong emotions running rampant through me.
Once we’re on the road, he places his right arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side.
I find myself studying my ring. It’s small and beautiful. “Do our parents know that you were going to propose?” I ask as I brush my hair behind my ear. The wind blowing through the open windows flings it right back out and it wraps around my face.
He quickly looks at me. “Yeah, I asked your father’s permission.”
“You did?” I ask, surprised.
He nods. “I had to do this right.”