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Apparently, neither can she.
     
    “How much time do we have?” she whispers. She lifts up my shirt and her lips make their way down to my chest.
     
    “Time?” I say weakly.
     
    “Until the boys get home.” She slowly kisses her way back up to my neck again. “How long do we have until they get home?” She brings her face back to mine and looks at me. I can see by the look in her eyes that she’s telling me she’s not retreating.
     
    I bring my arm over my face and cover my eyes. I try to talk myself down. This isn’t how I want it to be for her. Think about something else, Will. Think about college, homework, puppies in cardboard boxes…anything.
     
    She pulls my arm away from my face so she can look me in the eyes. “Will…it’s been a year. I want to.”
     
    I roll her onto her back and prop my head up on my elbow and lean in toward her, stroking her face with my other hand. “Lake, believe me…I’m ready, too. But not here. Not right now. You’ll just have to go home in an hour when the boys get back and I don’t think I could take it.” I kiss her on the forehead. “In two weeks we get a three day weekend…we’ll go away together. Just the two of us. I’ll see if my grandparents will watch the boys and we can spend the whole weekend together.”
     
    She kicks her legs up and down on the bed, frustrated. “I can’t wait two more weeks! We’ve been waiting fifty-seven weeks already!”
     
    I laugh at her childishness and lean in, planting a kiss on her cheek. “If I can wait, you can definitely wait,” I assure her.
     
    She rolls her eyes. “God, you’re such a bore,” she teases.
     
    “Oh, I’m a bore?” I say. “You want me to throw you in the shower again? Cool you off? I will if that’s what you need.”
     
    “Only if you get in with me,” she says. Her eyes grow wide and she sits up and pushes me flat on my back, leaning over me. “Will!” she says excitedly as a new realization dawns on her. “Does that mean we can take showers together? On our getaway?”
     
    Her eagerness surprises me. Everything she does surprises me. “You aren’t nervous?” I ask her.
     
    “No, not at all.” She smiles and leans in closer. “I know I’ll be in good hands.”
     
    “You will definitely be in good hands,” I say, pulling her to me. Just when I’m about to kiss her again, my phone vibrates. She reaches into my pocket and pulls it out.
     
    “Gavin,” she says. She hands the phone to me and rolls off.
     
    I read the text. “Great, Kel threw up. They think he has a stomach bug so they’re bringing them home.”
     
    She groans and gets off the bed. “Ugh! I hate vomit! Caulder’s probably gonna get it too-the way they pass crap back and forth.”
     
    “I’ll text him back and tell him to take Kel to your house. You go home and wait-I’ll run to the store and get him some medicine.” I pull my shirt back on and grab the vase that Julia made us so that I can put it on the bookshelf in the living room. We exit the bedroom in parent mode.
     
    “Get some soup, too. For tomorrow. And some sprite,” she says.
     
    When I set the vase down in the living room, she reaches her hand inside and grabs a star. She sees me eyeing her and she grins. “There might be a good tip in here. For vomit,” she says.
     
    “We’ve got a long road ahead of us, you better not waste those.” When we walk outside, I grab her arm and pull her to me and hug her goodnight. “You want me to drive you home?”
     
    She laughs and hugs me back. “Thanks for my date. It was one of my favorites.”
     
    “The best is yet to come,” I say, hinting at our upcoming getaway.
     
    “I’m holding you to that.” She backs away and starts walking toward her house. I turn to the car and open the door when she yells from across the street.
     
    “Will! One more time?”
     
    “I love you, Lake!”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    January 7 th , 2012
     
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