Page 49 of Chasing Sunsets

I nod and take a deep breath.As I’ll ever be.

Anson

Idrive faster than I should.

The road is empty this late at night, just dark stretches of asphalt and the occasional glow of streetlights. My hands grip the wheel tighter than necessary, my knee bouncing as I try to keep my focus on the drive and not the girl sitting beside me.

Tabby’s quiet, but I can feel her watching me. I steal a glance, catching the small smirk playing on her lips, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Why are you driving like a maniac?” she teases, tilting her head.

I shift gears, my smirk mirroring hers. “Maybe I’m in a hurry.”

Her gaze flicks to my hands, then back up to my face. “Why?”

I chuckle under my breath, shaking my head. “You already know.”

Her fingers trail over the leather seat between us, light and teasing, but she doesn’t push me further. Just watches as I take the turn toward the campground, the truck bumping lightly over the gravel road.

The second I pull up in front of her camper, I kill the engine and unbuckle my seat belt. Before I can move though, Tabby shifts toward me, leaning in slightly.

I glance at her, my pulse kicking up.

She hesitates for a beat, like she’s weighing whether to say whatever’s on her mind, then exhales.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. “I’m okay.”

It’s not some big confession, but it hits me harder than I expected.

Because for all the flirting, for all the teasing and the stolen kisses, we haven’t really said anything. Not about what this is. Not about what it means.

And maybe she’s not spelling it out now, but it doesn’t matter.

Because I get it.

Because I feel the same damn way.

I nod, reaching up to cup her jaw, my thumb brushing just beneath her ear. “Me too.”

She smiles, and before I can kiss her, she unbuckles her seat belt and slips out of the truck, leaving me to chase after her.

The second we step inside the RV, I can’t hold back anymore.

The door barely clicks shut before I’m on her, pressing her against the nearest surface, my hands bracketing her hips. She gasps softly, but it’s not surprise; it’s anticipation.

“Finally,” I mutter against her lips before kissing her, deep and slow.

She sinks into it immediately, her hands sliding up my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt. She tastes like the wine she had earlier, like summer heat and something I can’t name but already know I’ll crave every damn day.

I don’t rush it.

Even though I’ve been dying to get inside of her.

We have all night.

Because this—having her here alone, just us, no one watching, no one interrupting—is everything.

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