Page 73 of Away With You
“Try it,” I urge through my third—and final—sip.Boo, it’s over.“You’ve never tasted anything better.”
He does as I say, taking a large gulp and offering me the rest like the true hero he is.
“Thanks.” I greedily accept his glass and try to slow down. If I’m not careful, his share will be gone as fast as mine was. “Why have I never had iced hot chocolate before?” I muse, eyeing the desserts laid out in front of us. All made from chocolate. All drool-worthy.
Nathan loads up a plate and hands it to me, before turning back and filling another for himself. “Maybe because it’s just an iced chocolate?”
I shake my head, an emphatic no. “This is not that. This is…more.”
“The way you’re looking at that drink, you’re making me jealous.”
“You should be,” I joke, placing down my empty glass and sampling from the pile of treats on my plate.Oooh, so delicious.
He clears his throat, his eyes watching me lick my fingers like it’s his job. “So, was this worth forgoing the planned itinerary?”
I nod, the motion causing my hair tie to snap and my blanket of hair to fall down around my shoulders. It’s such a common occurrence, I’m surprised my ponytail has lasted this long.
“Not now, hair,” I groan, reluctantly putting my plate down and hunting around for another hair tie. In my haste to change outfits this morning, I’d forgotten to add the mandatory spare one to my wrist, and now, with my Gucci bag also coming up empty, I’m royally out of luck.
“Here.”
I pop my head out of my tote and frown at the hair tie he’s waving in front of me. “What? How?”
His cheeks heat, and he runs a hand through his blond locks. “You always seem to need one.”
Confused, I look between the band in his hand and the wrist next to his face. There, snuggled up next to his watch, is a hair tie.
He’s keeping a stash of spare hair ties for me? Because he’s noticed how often I need them?
“What—?” I stutter again, my eyes stuck on his wrist. It’s almost too sweet to compute.Who does that?
He waves the hair tie at me again, glancing off to the side and away from me. “Take it.”
I do as he says, wrapping it around my wrist and launching myself at him. Unable to go another second without kissing this beautiful man, I press my lips against his, absorbing his deep groan as he kisses me back with equal intensity. Inching closer, until I’m almost in his lap, I run my hands through his hair, letting out a groan of my own when he deepens the kiss. He tastes like chocolates and everything that is sweet in the world, and I want to kiss him forever.
“Whoa,” he breathes as we break apart for air.
I shuffle back as far as his hands will let me; not very far. “Yeah.”
Our chests heave as we stare at each other; this is something more than pretend. I see it in his face. And feel it when we kiss.
Oh boy, these kisses.
Nathan seems to feel the same way, placing one last kiss on my lips before straightening up. “As much as I’d love to continue this for the rest of the day…week…month.” I laugh, and his dimple winks at me. “We have to get back. I have George’s Stag Do to get through.”
I straighten up with a frown. “You’re going to that? He expects you to go to that? Your brother, who’s marrying your ex? Expects you to attend his Bachelor Party?”
He shrugs like he hasn’t given it a second thought. “I think it’s best to turn up, have a drink and leave. It’s not worth the whispers I’d face if I didn’t attend.”
“Still, you shouldn’t have to go,” I grumble.
We stand, and he pulls me into his arms. “Believe me, Kitty Kat. I’d much rather spend the time with you.”
And with those delightful words lingering, and our individually crafted chocolate bars in a pristine-looking gift-wrapped box tucked under our arms, he leads me back towards our waiting golf buggy. As we drive off, I turn and give chocolate heaven one last glance before it disappears in the distance, and let out a contented sigh.
Forget Disney Land, this cocoa farm—with its iced hot chocolates and its desserts and its places to kiss Nathan—thisis the happiest place on Earth.
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