I lean in and let our lips melt into each other’s. I never want this to end. I want to wake up every day with nothing but vibes on our agenda.
“What thing are you going to do today?” I ask.
“Bird counting.”
“Oh. Okay,” I say, with a weird irrational thought that I am being ditched for some local hussy, one of the dozens he keeps stashed and waiting for him all over Gravenland.
“Not those kinds of birds,” he says with a glower.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“You know it’s not that.”
“Okay.”
“You wouldn’t like it.”
“That’s fine,” I say, pushing my hair out of my eyes, then sipping the hot tea.
He pauses, observing me, suspiciously almost, as I sip.
“Thank you for the tea.”
I smile brightly, or as brightly as possible, considering I’m half awake. I hum as the hot brew warms me inside, slowly waking me up to the day.
“If you need to go, you can go,” I say.
Still, he stares. He looks like he’s mulling something over in his mind.
I stare back, wondering if he’s having an aneurysm. “I can pack you a lunch if you think you’ll be gone long.”
“It might be long.”
“Okay.”
“But I don’t want to leave you alone,” he says.
I blink at him over the rim of my teacup. “And?”
We stare at each other for a long minute.
He lets out a long, exasperated sigh. “Can I trust you to be alone?”
“You can trust me not to entertain other men while you’re gone.”
“Stasi.”
I bat my lashes at him. “But if you’re asking me if you can trust me not to get into the water, no. I probably cannot be trusted.”
“Fine.”
“Fine, what?”
“Fine, meaning you’re coming with me,” he growls.
I clap my hands together. “Yay! Where do we go to count the birds?”
“On a hike in the woods.”