Page 45 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

Finally, Beau laughed, his body losing its tension.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s the same but different with you and your dad,” Beau tells me. “He makes me nervous. But you don’t.”

“How do I make you feel?”

Beau slowed well before a stop sign, and I made a note to add safe driver to the justification list later for Dad. A smile spread across his face, wide and bright. It was like when we were kids.

He’s the same, but different too, Mom.

“I’ll only admit this to you. And if you tell anyone, it’s over. I’ve got an image to protect.”

“Tell me.”

Beau glanced around the intersection, which was free of cars. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. “You give me butterflies. Always have. I just didn’t know what to call them when I was little.”

And honestly, Mom, that was the best part of the entire date. It wasn’t the picnic basket Beau packed with all my favorite foods—like appetizers of Saltines with cheddar cheese and entrees of peanut butter and fluff sandwiches with sour cream and onion Pringles on the side. That one admission was my favorite part. Oh, and maybe the Chipwich ice creams Beau packed, which basically melted in the cooler by the time we got around to eating them. But I didn’t mind. I learned they taste better right off Beau’s lips.

“What’s so funny?”

I didn’t realize I had been smiling. “This is the best first date ever.”

“Yeah?” Beau asked, pushing up from me. “Picnic in the grass?”

I nodded. “We have time for the fancy stuff.”

Beau tilted his head to the side. “Is that what you want?”

Running my hands along his chest, I smiled. “I guess I’d like to see you in a suit one time. But open collar, no tie.”

“What else?”

I slid my hands over his broad shoulders to the back of his neck and wound them in his hair. “Fancy restaurant, five-course meal.” I don’t really care about a fancy dinner, but I say it anyway because this life with him in it feels like a movie. “Make me feel like a princess.”

Beau’s eyes fluttered shut when I scratched at his scalp, and it’s sort of my favorite look—the way his dark lashes move against his skin as he bites his lip.

“What else?”

I didn’t really have anything else, but as I saw twilight taking over the sky above us, I blurted out the only thing I could think of. “Planetarium.”

Beau laughed. “Why?”

I pulled his face to mine and whispered against his mouth, “I want you to kiss me underallthe stars. Real and fake.”

The way he smiled against my lips became my favorite one of his smiles.

I only peeked at the sky for half a second before I returned my gaze to his. And while we looked at each other, that’s when I made my wish. Because I saw the stars in Beau’s eyes.

Love,

Sienna

chapterseven

Sienna wasthree outfit changes and one coat of mascara deep when Grace appeared at the door.

“Whoa.”

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