Page 152 of Butter My Biscuit

He smirks. “I dunno. Twenty-seven years is a long time to be waitin’.”

“It doesn’t count when we were babies.” I narrow my eyes.

“Okay, you two can figure out your love story later,” my mom tells us. “So, was this all we needed to talk about?”

I nod. “This was it.”

They chuckle like old biddies and shake their heads.

“Congrats, you two. Glad you’reofficial,” my mom says.

Harrison stands, and his mom looks at him.

“Where are you headin’ now?”

“It’s a surprise,” Harrison says, kissing my fingers and pulling me with him.

I laugh as we walk away.

“Y’all behave,” his mom reminds us, as she always did right before we got into some trouble.

Harrison leads me through the living room and outside onto the porch. The front door closes, and he turns around, and takes a step forward. Then, he smirks, and softly presses me against it. I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I’ll never get tired of you looking atmelike that,” I whisper.

“Fuck, same.”

His lips slam against mine, and our tongues greedily slide together. Just as it grows more heated, the front door opens, and we tumble onto the floor. Harrison is on top of me, laughing his ass off, as I lie on my back, making eye contact with our mothers. I feel like I’m fifteen again and just got caught ogling a shirtless Harrison.

“You okay?” he whispers in my ear.

“Just a little mortified,” I mutter.

“They’re both there, aren’t they?” His scruff tickles my neck.

“Yes,” I say, glancing back at them as condensation drips from the edge of my ma’s glass of tea and drops on my forehead.

I wipe it away as he pushes himself up and grabs my hand, lifting me to him and pulling me down the porch as he continues laughing. Then, we wave bye. They return the gesture and then sit in the rocking chairs since it’s a nice spring afternoon.

When he opens the passenger door to the truck, I climb inside. We ride down the gravel road, holding hands as dust rises in our wake. I hope the happiness I feel stays forever as my hair whips around in the breeze. When he glances over at me and grins, I return it with an unwavering want in my eyes. There is no putting Pandora back in the box, not with us. Was pretty stupid to think that would ever be possible.

As I glance back out the window, Harrison veers off the gravel road, and then we’re taking an old four-wheeler trail.

“Where are we goin’?”

“You’ll see,” he tells me, shifting the truck into four-wheel drive as it grows rockier.

We bounce around, and I laugh, holding on to theoh shithandle as he guns it. Eventually, we’re at the top of the outlook. Harrison opens my door, holding out his hand, and I smile when I see the small tent and the firepit. Freshly cut logs are stacked next to it.

I take a few steps forward, resting my hands on my head as I look at the view of the valley.

He moves closer, and I wrap my arm around him, inhaling the smell of leather and soap on his skin.

“Do you remember this place?” he asks.

I look around and see exactly where we are. We used to come up here a lot, but then stopped after a while.

“Yeah, it was one of our sunset spots, a long-ass time ago. Wow,” I sigh. “I haven’t been here in forever.”

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