Although it wasn’t even 7:00, the heavy clouds and impending rainstorm made it look like it was much later. Mitchell and I rushed from the car to the house. “We’re not going to get anything done tonight,” Mitchell said. “This is cuddle weather.”
I rolled over in the sunlight peeking through the curtains and was shocked by how late I’d slept. “I didn’t want to wake you,” Noah, who had been quietly reading next to me, said. “But now that you’re awake, why don’t I make us breakfast?”
As the sun started to go down and the sand cooled, I asked Daniel if he was ready to go back to the beach house. “I guess,” he said sadly. “I just don’t want to admit summer is coming to an end. We’ve had such an amazing time.”
I’d been stressed out the whole week preparing for an important event at my job that I was in charge of planning. Finally, the night of, I was completely distracted as I frantically got ready. Mitchell calmly took my arm and paused me with a long kiss. “It’s going to be great,” he said with a grin.
It was a massive summer project, but Logan had just finished building a gazebo in the backyard, and it was beautiful. To top it all off, he said, “I’m making dinner tonight, just meet me in the gazebo at six.”