Page 93 of Make You Love Me
I laugh, trying to remember her creative replacement for the activity, but nothing comes to mind. “Tell me.”
“Nope. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Another hour later, we pull into the parking lot at Shenandoah Caverns.
“Clever,” I say, and lean over the middle console to offer a kiss. “I love this.”
“Good. Let’s get you out of here and go exploring.”
“Yes. My back is killing me.”
“Is that from the car ride or last night?” Her wink reminds me of another night I’ll never forget, and it sends a shiver down to my mid-section.
“Definitely the car. You, my darling, made every inch of me feel like a million bucks.”
“Damn right.” She offers her lips again, and I’m happy to oblige.
After a few minutes of our own gratifying version exploration, we get around to purchasing tickets to enter the caverns.
For the entire tour, Nora stays connected to me—her hand on my shoulder, on the back of my neck, or in mine. It’s a new affectionate side I’m loving and praying continues around our friends and family.
“Did you tell Josie when we’d arrive?” Nora asks later as she backs out of the parking space.
“I didn’t tell her we were coming at all.”
“What?” She slams on the brakes to glare at me.
“I wanted to surprise her and not put any pressure on us.”
“You are too smart for your own good.” Her smile brightens her face and something inside me.
“Is that a turn on?”
“Oh, yeah.”
On the way out of the parking lot, she turns right instead of left to head back toward the highway.
“Are you so turned on that you’re on a search for a place to accomplish number six on the list?” I wiggle my brow at her, but she doesn’t laugh off the question or change the subject.
Instead, her full pink lips tip up into a grin. “I may know a place we can try.”
“Nora Jean Roan Jolene Taylor, you just made my year.”
“Don’t go getting excited yet. It may not be a perfect spot.”
“Every minute I spend with you is perfect.” Raising our intertwined hands, I kiss the back of hers. “And ever since writing it down, I’ve been excited to cross it off with you.”
“You remember making the list?”
“I do. And thinking about you.”
“Positively?” she asks with a timid smile.
“Positively, sensually, longingly, lovingly.”
“Good.”
Soon, she turns off the main road, takes another right, and another until we’re heading down what looks like an old private driveway. The long, bumpy dirt road is littered with potholes. Weeds and grass, taller than the car, line the sides and brush against the doors.
