Page 77 of Loving You

Of course, I do.

But he wasn’t wrong with what he said earlier.

I’ll leave at the end of the summer, so what’s the point in getting to know each other better?

Knowing people for a short period of time is something I’m used to, but it’s obvious that it’s not something that appeals to Miles.

“Are you asking me because you feel bad for what was said earlier?”

His face shows zero expression as he thinks over his answer. I don’t want him to invite me to come over just because he feels guilty.

“Yes and no.” He steps closer to me. “I told you that by the time I grew up enough to decide it was stupid not to get to know someone just because they were leaving, I’d already created this thing between us. But I’m standing here right now asking you to give me the opportunity to change that.”

Well, that was cute. I bite my lower lip to control the smile that wants to take over.

“Oh my god, Quinn, are you going to keep making me suffer waiting for an answer, or are we going to eat food and have some drinks?” He chuckles. “Because if we are doing this, you should know I’m not very patient, and admitting when I’m wrong isn’t easy.”

To that, I let my smile free.

“Jesus,” he groans. “Just come on then.”

I nod and move toward him. “If we are doing this,” I say quietly, mimicking him, “then you should know I like it when certain people boss me around.”

I hear the second groan as soon as I walk away. This one is different from the first one, though.

I like this one more.

“So you’re sayingthat you honestly can’t pick your favorite place to visit?” Miles asks as he leans back on the patio chair he’s taking up. I’m in the one next to him.

“I know it’s a common question, and most people have an instant answer, but I’ve been to far too many places to choose.”

“Yeah.” He sips his beer. “I suppose the average person has to think of—what, ten or fewer countries they’ve visited in their lifetime, which makes it easy to pick.”

Last I checked, the average person visits eighteen countries in their lifetime, but the last thing Miles wants to hear is random traveling facts.

“Maybe, yeah. I’m not sure how they do it. How about you tell me your favorite place to go and then explain it to me.”

“Oh, I’m the average person?”

“I mean,” I say and hold both hands up. “That was the term you picked.”

He chuckles, which in turn causes me to smile.

It’s been like this for the last hour. Just easy conversation as we sit outside. To be honest, this right here would have to be a top contender to his question. The way the sun is setting, casting a purple and pink glow over the mountain and the lake below it is breathtaking. Not to mention the halo the colors provide over the lodge.

Gosh. If someone were getting married right now, this would be the perfect backdrop to have.

I snapped a couple of pictures of the view and posted them but didn’t say where I was. If someone follows my page that closely, they’ll know where I am.

Miles leans forward and grabs another slice of pizza. To my surprise, he didn’t fight me on the cheese-stuffed crust and supreme toppings. It’s nothing fancy or crazy, but the cheese-stuffed crust was something my grandma always did, so it felt fitting here.

His attention, like mine, falls to the view.

To be fair, I’m not so sure it’s just the view that’s winning me over right now.

The company definitely plays a role.

Turns out, when we’re not fighting, we get along very well.

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