“You need sleep, baby. You’re exhausted.” He leans on the middle console and palms my cheek, his thumb swiping over my ear. “I shouldn’t have kept you up so late last night.”
I lean into his hand. “Last night was beautiful, and I don’t care how late we stayed up. It was worth every yawn I’ll have today.” Last night, Trent surprised me with a candle lit dinner in our room. I had a problem with nausea the last time my leukemia hit, and even after twenty years, he remembered all the foods I was able to tolerate and made them for me.
Turning my head, I peck his palm. “Besides, I’m always tired these days, no matter how early I go to sleep.”
“Which means you need to get as much as you can.”
I smile gently at him. “Which do you want me to do more right now, eat or sleep? Because right now, I’m pretty hungry, and I’d love to introduce you to Krystal burgers.”
He chuckles and leans over so he can reach my lips. I lean in and moan at the touch. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, any time Trent kisses me, it turns my body to mush.
“Behave,” he reprimands when I try to deepen the kiss. “I know for a fact you’d be horrified if people caught us making out in my truck in the middle of a busy parking lot.”
My cheeks turn pink as I look out the front windshield. As if to prove his point, an elderly couple is right in front of the truck, looking at us. The woman has a look of disgust on her face, while the gentleman looks as if he’s barely containing a laugh. I dart my eyes away from them and bury my face in Trent’s neck. I feel the vibration of his laugh against my forehead.
“That’s so not funny,” I grumble. Pulling back, I look to the front of the truck again, relieved to see the couple has moved on.
Trent grabs my hand and brings the back of it to his lips. “You’re adorable when you blush.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble. “Just drive.”
He laughs as he starts the truck and pulls out of the parking lot.
Thirty minutes later, I sit sideways in my seat, looking expectantly at Trent. Taking a bite of my little burger, I wait curiously as he slowly chews his food.
“Well?” I demand when he doesn’t say anything “It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
He lifts his shoulder nonchalantly. “Sure. It’s great.” His tone has zero enthusiasm.
I huff and jerk around so I’m facing forward. For the first time in days, food isn’t making me want to throw it back up. But I still can’t enjoy it because Trent’s being a butthead.
It’s great, he says. The little burgers of heaven are so much better than great. They’re the next best thing to mint chocolate chip ice cream. Breyers brand, of course.
I throw the last of my burger in my mouth and pout like a child. I’m being ridiculous, I know. But dammit, I love these things so much, and I wanted him to enjoy them as much as me.
“Ally.”
I shoot my gaze to Trent when he calls my name. “What?”
His grin is so boyish some of my irritation melts. It’s not fair how just one look from him can affect me so easily.
“I love you.”
And there goes the rest of my annoyance. Damn the man.