“Yeah?” He chuckled. “I picked the right present for your birthday?”
“Yes.”
Kiss.
“Yes.”
Kiss.
Fisher laughed a little more. I couldn’t stop kissing him. It had been over a week since I’d seen him. And he exceeded my expectations in every way possible. I pulled off his beanie.
“Hey, that’s my hat.”
I slowly ran my hands through his hair and brought our noses together, closing my eyes for a brief second as I exhaled. “I just … need to feel you everywhere I can,” I whispered. “It’s how I know you’re mine. It’s how I know it’s real.”
Fisher brought his chin up so our lips pressed together again, kissing like he kissed me the night in his bathroom. Then he pulled back, hands sliding up my back, gaze sweeping across my face. “If we waste too much time here, we won’t get to the campsite in time to set up and do … things before Rory and Rose get there.”
I grinned, slipping his beanie back onto his head. “Things? What kind of things do you plan on doing to me?” A jolt of excitement shot through my veins.
“All the things.”
I swallowed hard. “Well, why didn’t you start with that?” I pushed him away, as if he were the one who forced me onto his lap, and I scrambled to get fastened into my seat. “Go. Don’t wait for me. Go! Go! Go!”
He laughed, shaking his head while pulling back into traffic. I synced my phone with his truck so I could control the music. John Legend’s “Wild.”
I knew Fisher hadn’t heard it because he wore a slight scowl on his face when the song started. But as the lyrics flowed through his speakers, his scowl turned into something resembling … lust.
Next, I played Josie Dunne’s “Good Boys.”
Fisher shot me a smirk. Who were we kidding? He wasn’t a good boy even if he didn’t remember all the crude things he said to me. I remembered.
James Bay’s “Wild Love.”
ZAYN’s “It’s You.”
HRVY’s “Me Because of You.”
Song after song.
I sang them all. All the lyrics. Serenading my lost fisherman.
By the time we pulled into the campsite, I was only a few verses into “Natural” by The Driver Era.
Fisher jumped out much faster than I did. He pulled the tents out of the back of his truck. “Do you know how to put up a tent?”
“I think so.”
“Great. Get moving.” He tossed one of the tents at my feet.
I laughed. “Okay.”
He finished putting up the two bigger tents by the time I had the smaller tent assembled.
With my hands on my hips, I stared at the small tent and frowned. “This is mine, isn’t it? Big tents for the couples. And birthday girl gets the smaller tent with nothing but a sleeping bag to keep me warm at a night.”
Fisher didn’t seem interested in my pity party for one. He unloaded a cooler, sleeping bags, his backpack and mine.
And I just stared at the small tent. Was he going to keep Angie warm? Probably. Why wouldn’t he have?
“What the fuck are you doing?” He stepped in front of me, blocking the view of my tent and bending down so his face was level with mine.
“Just thinking about how things could have gone,” I said in a monotone voice.
“That’s what I figured. When are you going to start trusting me?”