He seems determined to prove his point. After breakfast, he cleans up while I sit outside, basking in the warmth of the sun. I can see the clouds move over the horizon, probably a spring storm moving in, but fuck, I’m gonna live in the light for a little longer.
“I brought you a water,” Coop says, settling down in the chair next to mine. Our fingers brush, and I twist the top off, taking a small sip. How did he know I needed this?
Do I even want to know? Probably not. It’s better this way.
“So, what do you want to do today?”
I shrug and Coop taps his fingers on his lips in thought. “I was thinking something really out there, like a helicopter ride.”
“Fuck off,” I reply with a laugh. “I’m not going on a helicopter ride with you.”
“But it’s so romantic.”
“I’m not doing it. I don’t want to die in a fiery crash, and helicopters always end in fiery crashes.”
“Hm, that’s somewhat true. That would be so unromantic.”
“It would.”
He huffs and turns his gaze forward. “You know, I haven’t sat out here in a long time. The view really is incredible.”
“It is. You probably don’t see it since you look at it every day.”
“Probably, but you’re reminding me that I need to appreciate it. It’s quite something.”
“It is. Not many people have this view. Not many people have ever seen this view. You’re a lucky bastard, Coop.”
“I know,” he says and then leans his head back. We sit in silence for a little while and then Coop turns to look at me as I take another sip of my water. “How about a day at the spa?”
“Weren’t you just there yesterday?”
“Oh, checking up on me?”
“Fuck no,” I mumble as my cheeks heat. I may have been scrolling his socials this past week, but I’m not about to admit that to him. Ego and all that.
“Hm, well, there is no such thing as too many times at a spa. Have you ever been to one?”
“No,” I reply with a snort. “I haven’t.”
“Well, then. Let me treat you.”
“Are you adding this all to my tab? Am I going to end up married to you for twenty years?”
He fights back a smile. “Oh yes, that’s definitely the plan. I would love to be married for fifty years. Can you imagine?”
“No, I definitely can’t.”
“Are your parents divorced?”
“No, they’re still married. Not sure how happy they are, but they’re sticking it out. Yours?”
“Oh yes, married and living the dream. I think they’re in Japan right now.”
“Of course they are,” I say, and Coop grins at me.
“I could show you the fucking world, if you’d let me.”
I tear my eyes away from his. “We won’t be together that long.”