Page 63 of In the Stars

He shrugs but hoists himself through the window. I give him room to maneuver inside, smiling as he barely manages. “Feel better?” I ask.

“It was easier when I was a kid.” He pants as he smirks at me. “Maybe I’ll sneak in one night so I can do unimaginable things to you.”

My blood heats as I think about what those things would be, but I push the carnal thoughts down as I step closer to him, pressing our fronts together. Wesley wraps a possessive arm around my waist. “My front door still works,” I say, kissing him quickly.

His chuckle vibrates against my lips. “This is more fun.” He glances around me. “All packed?”

“Yep. Wanna tell me where we’re going?”

He kisses me long and deep, the contact so hot that I’ma panting mess when he breaks the kiss. “I don’t. Come on. We’ll be late.”

I pout. “Late for what?”

“Just let the secret be a secret, baby. I promise you’ll like it.”

I smile at him when he pecks me again on the lips. “I’ll like it because we’ll be together.”

The way his eyes shine with happiness tells me I said the right thing, even if I didn’t know I needed to.

He takes my hand and, after picking up my bag, leads me out of the room. Dad is on the living room sofa and lifts an eyebrow when he sees me and Wesley leaving together. “I won’t even ask,” he says with a chuckle. “Be safe, you two.”

“See you later, Bob.”

“See ya, Dad.”

I have an idea where we’re going when he pulls up to the ferry port in Seattle. My family and I took it once when I was a kid, but I was too young to remember anything about it. I kept telling myself I’d take it again, but I didn’t want to go alone.

“So we’re going hiking in Canada?” I ask.

He leans over and kisses me on the cheek before we get out of the car. “Something like that. Come on. The ferry will set sail soon.”

We hustle up the dock and hurry on board. We find our seats—right at the front so we can stare out the windows unobstructed—and settle in. The ride will take a little less than three hours, so we have time to sit and enjoy the scenery.

For the first twenty or so minutes, we stare out at the passing landscape, our hands interlaced as I point to shapes in the clouds I’m sure he won’t decipher the same way I do.We talk and laugh about nothing. A few people come over and ask for his autograph, but for the most part, they let us have our privacy.

Once the ferry docks, a car is waiting for us, someone holding up a sign with my name on it and everything. I glance over at Wesley, and he shrugs. “If I gave them my name, there would be a swarm of people camped out for an autograph. I thought you’d want to have me all to yourself.”

I chuckle as we slide in the backseat of the car. “You’re so full of yourself, you know that?”

“Yep. You still love me.”

“More than I can say,” I tell him honestly.

He kisses my forehead, and I lean my head on his shoulder, watching the beautiful scenery pass me by.

“You ever been to Canada?” he asks.

“Once. Crazy since it’s right here, but I didn’t want to go alone. My friends are all married, and I didn’t want to third wheel it. Then when I was with Evan, my ex-fiancé, he said Canada was too cold. He said we stayed in cold enough weather year-round, that going to Canada would be like visiting another city in Washington.”

Wes grunts. “That’s stupid fucking logic, but whatever. That just means what I have for us is unique.”

We pull up to campgrounds about twenty minutes later, and I’m still confused…

…until we round a corner, and I see the yurts placed strategically around a large field. We drive under a bright red sign that says Hideaway Campgrounds.

My mouth drops open. “You’re taking me glamping?”

He grins. “Yep. I got this yurt that has this skylight kind of deal in there. So we can stargaze.”

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