Page 79 of Loving You

Forget the tire swing—I can’t even remember the last time I went swinging at all.

The warm evening air brushes my face as I move faster.

God, even the swing is in a position to take in the view.

It’s so peaceful.

“I think you might be the first person to actually use this,” Miles says, stepping up next to the tire.

He leans against the tree, crosses his ankles and watches me.

I let out a laugh.

“Really? And here I thought you and your six-foot solid frame came out here nightly to have a little fun.”

His head falls back on a chuckle. “Maybe I’ll have to start.”

“Or maybe I’ll be over here hogging this spot all to myself. I mean, shoot, Miles, look at that view. I think I might be obsessed with it.”

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “It was actually one of the reasons I chose to build a house right behind the shop. It’s not ideal, considering I had to make my own street, but this view was hard to pass up.”

“I think it was the right choice.”

“Me too.”

I lean back, trying to get my legs to pump a little harder. Suddenly, Miles groans.

“Okay, first-timer, let me push you.”

“No. I don’t need help,” I say a little too quickly.

The last thing I need right now is Miles touching me.

It’s not often I get nights like this. One where I don’t need to be anywhere but right here.

“Let’s see how high this thing will go,” he says right before he gives me the first shove.

I squeal and he laughs.

I come back down, and he pushes harder.

My grip tightens on the rope as I fly higher and higher with each push.

“I swear to god, Miles, if you push me so high that the rope breaks or I fall out, all the progress we made tonight will be gone.”

I swing back to him.

“Poof,” I say when his hand touches my back again. “Vanished.”

As I come back down, he grabs the tire, jerking it to a stop and spinning it until he’s standing in front of me.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?”

His eyes lock onto mine for a split moment before they flash to my lips.

My heart instantly races.

Did he just think about kissing me?

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