"Are we there yet?"
"Don't start." Mason teases, lifting his arm to wrap around my shoulders tugging me close. I lean into his warmth and trace the lines of his shirt.
"Can you at least give me a hint?" I whisper into his neck.
"No." He turns his head to catch my lips in a kiss before pulling back.
We've been driving for only twenty minutes but in a small town and state like the one we live in, twenty minutes leads right into the middle of nowhere. Not to mention we've headed in the opposite direction of city centers and civilization. I've been so caught up in school and finishing off my degree that I haven't gotten out like this in a while. It feels good.
"I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet." I look at him confused.
"We've passed everything I guessed already. It's not a movie, it's not a show, and not a dinner. So what could we possibly be late for?" I look at him expectantly.
He's given me almost zero indication and I wouldn't normally call myself an impatient person but tonight I'd adopt the trait. Besides, I just want to know what to expect. I'd like to know how far I'm going off the deep end tonight.
We start to slow down and I look at our surroundings. There's an open field covered in a light dusting of snow but nothing else. I try to see what he does but come up blank. We both get out and he thanks his driver but the car stays and I'm left even more confused than before.
"This," he pointed out towards the sky and I looked up in confusion. The sun set about an hour ago allowing the deep blue of the night sky to take its place along with a faint hue of the golden oranges of a setting sun. "What am I supposed to be looking at?" I ask.
He stares at me as if I should know.
"The stars. Or, the beginning of the night. We're going to have a starlight dinner." He says, stepping forward to brush my hair from my shoulder. "Mason, it's February and freezing." I'm flattered at his idea of a date but I think this date would do a lot better mid-summer and not when we can see our breath.
"Mhm." He just tugs me closer. We walk to the back of the car and he grabs two blankets and a wicker basket. I have to admire his effort considering my past dates before this consisted of cheap dates and "you-up" texts.
This is definitely an upgrade.
Once the basket and blankets are in hand he tugs me along toward the empty field. I consider he's gone crazy and he's going to bring me out into the middle of nowhere so that he can stereotypically kill me but this is the same man who almost cried every morning when he'd have to leave our bed for practice.
"I thought our first date should be with someone special is all." I'm even more confused by his words but am too focused on our dark surroundings. I wouldn't call myself easily frightened but who wouldn't be surrounded by vast open darkness and a field line of trees? I step closer to Mason's body.
"Someone special?" I look up at him. "You mean the abominable snowman?" I tease and pinch at his side.
"Shit!" I gasp when he pulls me flush against him, the blankets dropping to the wet snow and his lips descending on mine. I breathe him in and meet his lips forgetting about the cold. Our mouths defrost the frozen off of our bodies. His hands trail down my spine over my coat and I bite at his lip.
"Is this what you had in mind?" I curl my hands around his hair and pull away. "Maul me in an open field? If you wanted to be alone all you had to do was ask. My dad goes to therapy on Tuesdays." I say.
"Shut up." His hand comes up to my jaw, squeezing my cheeks and pressing his lips to mine in a hard kiss. "And let me be romantic." I'm breathless when he pulls away. Okay point taken, I'll shut up.
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I Wish You The Best
Romance"Forever was a simple promise before it became a difficult task" Your first love is always the hardest to let go of, which is why Delilah and Mason had promised each other that after college they'd make it work. Unfortunately for them both, their fo...
