Page 107 of Promise Me Nothing
“It’s not ending yet.” I perk up at Wyatt’s words. “Well, the friend portion of the day is ending. But the date part is just starting.”
Then he winks, and something exciting surges through my veins knowing that I’m going to get more time with Wyatt tonight.
It really is amazing how quickly you can fall for someone. In just a short period of time, he’s started to slip under my skin, down to the root of me, and he’s dug a little hole for himself that feels empty when he’s not around.
I hurriedly say goodbye to everyone, then ride off with Wyatt back to the house.
“So what’s the plan?” I ask, unloading everything on the patio.
“Tonight are the Memorial Day fireworks,” he says, his voice straining slightly as he lifts the cooler and sets it just inside the doorway to the patio. Then he looks at me. “I thought it would be fun to spend some time in the Jacuzzi. Then watch them on the roof.”
My mouth dries up at the idea, and I nod, maybe a little too excited. Shit. The last thing I need is to make a fool of myself. Especially if I want to have sex with Wyatt tonight.
Which I do.
I think.
Yeah. Yes. Definitely.
We stop off in the kitchen and munch on some fruit and a veggie tray, then grab towels and head up to the roof.
I’m actually surprised that I haven’t been up there before now. We head out my bedroom to the small balcony, then climb the spiral staircase to the top, stepping off on a landing that takes up a small space on the roof of Lucas’ house.
And my mouth opens in surprise.
I glance at Wyatt, who has a small but slightly unsure grin on his face.
The rooftop has a large Jacuzzi built into it, as well as a small space for a table and a few chairs. But it isn’t the furniture that has me so shocked.
Covering the table is a white table cloth, with a box of donuts and some hot chocolate. A handful of flickering candles are scattered strategically on the table and the edge of the Jacuzzi.
“They’re LED candles,” Wyatt says, as if that’s what’s on my mind. “With the breeze at the beach, real candles would have been impossible. And I wasn’t trying to light Lucas’ house on fire.”
I smile at him, step over to where he stands a few feet away from me, and press a kiss to his jaw. Then I raise up on my tiptoes and kiss him on the lips.
“This is so sweet,” I say. “And so thoughtful. When did you do this?”
“I may have had Thalia set it up while we were gone.”
I grin. I met Lucas’ maid, Thalia, last week and I think she’s amazing. Not only does she keep Lucas’ house completely spotless, which soothes the clean freak in my soul, but she also has the best attention to detail. She does Lucas’ grocery shopping, and without even asking, she started stocking up on extra Earl Grey tea and veggie trays because she saw my grocery list on the fridge.
Itiskind of weird having someone clean up after me, though, so I’m careful not to leave anything too messy.
Wyatt climbs into the Jacuzzi, then takes my hand and helps me over the edge. When I first heard Lucas say he had a hot tub, it seemed a little strange in the warm beach weather. But now, as the temperature cools with the setting sun, the warm water and quiet privacy of a rooftop is the thing dreams are made of.
“Did you enjoy the day?” he asks, taking a sip from his glass of scotch before setting it on the ledge.
I nod, settling in to the corner seat and enjoying the feel of the pulsing jet against my back. “It was really fun.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
We sit in silence for a few minutes, and I look up into the sky. “It seems like you should be able to see stars here. But it isn’t that much better than Phoenix,” I say, only spotting a few that burn the brightest and are visible over the glare from the city. “Have you ever seen that app on your phone? You hold it up and it shows you where the constellations are?”
He shakes his head. “No, but we should head up into the mountains soon. The stargazing up there really is phenomenal. And in August, there’s a pretty amazing meteor shower that happens every year.”
“That sounds so fun. Maybe we could do a camping trip? Like with the whole group?”
Wyatt grins at me. “You know, when you first got here, there’s no way you would have thought about our big group doing a trip together. You would have assumed you didn’t belong or that they wouldn’t want you to come.”
