Page 60 of Love to Prove You Wrong

He laughed. His hair fell in front of his eyes and I had to resist the urge to swipe it to the side.

“There,” he said, motioning to the field in the distance. “You did want to buy this land, didn’t you?”

“I do,” I said.

He whistled out a breath. “Good. For a moment, I thought I’d made a mistake there.”

“This is the spot,” I said. “If everything goes according to plan, I’ll have lots of animals here soon.”

“You are going to get an alpaca, right?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Maybe. Didn’t I tell you how expensive they are?”

“Well, never say never.”

“I know. But I need to spend my money wisely. We can’t all be millionaires like you,” I said with a wink.

He put an arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. “Who says I’m only a millionaire?”

My eyes grew wide. “You’re a billionaire?”

He chuckled. “I’m just messing with you. Gosh, you can be fooled so easily.”

“I’m having second thoughts about this outing,” I said, making a fake angry face.

He grinned. “You so are not.”

We found ourselves a small clearing near the edge of the field, surrounded by tall grass. No one would be able to see us here.

Justin put a blanket down, then started to unload his backpack. He placed two plastic flutes on a wooden tray. Then he pulled out a Tupperware container filled with strawberries, a couple of sandwiches wrapped in foil, and two bars of chocolate.

“Where did you get that?” I asked. “I don’t recall Kermit the Frog lugging Tupperware around with him.”

He laughed as he popped the lid off. “Mom gave it to me. I know, not exactly what you want to hear when you’re on a date. But I did make the sandwiches myself. Extra mayonnaise and everything. I bet you Kermit the Frog himself couldn’t make them taste as delicious, even if he wanted to.”

“This is a real date?”

He cracked open a bottle of champagne and poured us both a glass. “I thought so, but we can call it anything you want to.”

“Don’t you think it’s weird how the scale tipped from hate to… not hating each other?” I asked. I almost saidlove, but it was way too soon to think about that.

He put his drink down and handed me a sandwich. “For you, maybe, but I’ve always liked you. I just assumed the feeling was far from mutual.”

We were both quiet while we munched on our sandwiches. Part of me wanted to put my arms around his waist and kiss him, but the other part of me was terrified. I wasn’t looking to get my heart broken again.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” he asked, making the butterflies inside my stomach do somersaults again.

“I was trying to wrap my head around you and me. More specifically, our kiss yesterday.”

His face lit up. “That was an unforgettable moment. Maybe we should do it again, though, to jog my memory of just how perfect it was.”

He put his food down and I mirrored his move. My heart leapt into my throat as he wrapped his arms around my waist, exactly like I wanted to earlier.

I opened my mouth to speak, but his kiss ate my words before I could form them. His strong hands slid over the curve of my back. I let myself get lost in his kiss, savoring the magic of the moment with every fiber of my being.

He tasted like strawberries and champagne. I tugged on his hair and we came crashing down next to each other. Then I pulled away from his delicious lips. I didn’t want to, but I needed to be smart.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

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