Never Sweeter(63)

Still, she tried to play it off like it was nothing.

“I want to kill you. I would kill you, if it were not for that awesome wordplay.”

“Yeah I was pretty proud of that. Little bit worried you’d believe I thought disem was a word.”

“I believe you are a huge jackass, that’s what I believe. How are we supposed to make out if I poop my pants? Tell me that, Tate. Tell me what the plan was then.”

“Baby, I would still totally tongue kiss you if you messed yourself.”

“That is the least romantic while still being the sexiest thing I ever heard.”

“I’m just trying to keep your expectations low so that when we go up there it will seem way more awesome than it actually is. And also not at all creepy.”

She glanced in the direction of his pointing fingerto the shadowy loft above.

The one that you got up to using a ladder most likely made of old bones.

“Why? What did you do? Dare I ask?”

“It’s not so bad that you have to dare yourself to ask about it!”

“Okay, but do I need protective face gear? Should I brace myself?”

“I’m honestly not one hundred percent sure, because I’ve never actually tried anything like this. Plus you’re a real smart-ass, so it could end with your mockery ringing in my ears until the end of time.”

She was pretty sure he didn’t intend to sound vulnerable. It just came out that way, sort of faint on the end and with too much emphasis on mockery.

Plus there was the woolly hat.

The woolly hat really didn’t help. It somehow made him look youngerlike a big kid playing around in emotions he didn’t know how to deal with.

“I won’t do that, come on. I promise, okayI’ll be totally cool about it.”

“Swear on the undead soul of the barn disemboweler.”

“I swear. And you know it must be true now because if I’m lying, he gets to, like, eat my eyeballs.”

“Right, exactly,” he said.

But he still didn’t move. She had to prompt him, with a flourish of her hand and a lead the way, then. Followed by a lot of pretending that this was not a big deal. Sure, he had clearly planned this. And he had done so knowing that she might behave in front of everyone as if they were just study friends, and never come with him to this place at all. But none of that really meant anything.

Not until she climbed the surprisingly sturdy ladder up to the loft and saw exactly how much he had done, with very little hope of it ever being recognized. He’d strung fairy lights across the hay-covered floor, and somehow powered them. They winked in the darkness like diamonds. And it didn’t stop there. There was also an honest-to-god picnic basket, full of the kinds of goodies she liked. A bottle of sparkling elderflower wine, because he knew she hated champagne; a tiny speaker playing the music she loved.

And then there was him, eyeing her with a mixture of wariness and hope.

All of which just really guaranteed the complete dissolving of her heart.

“You really thought I was going to be a smart-ass about this?”

“Well, that was what happened in the nightmare I had about how this would play out. Though you also took off your skin and revealed you were actually Coach underneath, so…I probably shouldn’t have put too much stock in it.”

“Not unless you’re secretly crazy about him.”

He shook his head, but he didn’t laugh.

Instead, he said, “No. Just you.”

Then held her gaze until it started to destroy her.

She had to glance away in the end, just to hold on to her few remaining brain cells.

“Stop. I already need to climb down off this incredible cloud of total romance. If you do one more thing I’m going to end up on the romantic moon. NASA is going to have to send people to come get me.”

“For real? You like it?”

“I like it.”

“It’s not too weird?”

She had no idea why he would think it was. What would make him bite one thumbnail like that and seem so awkward about it. But then she remembered what he had said before he brought her up here:

He had never done this before.

He had never done it for anyone, except her.

“Tate, weird is spending your whole life dreaming of blankets in barns and candlelight and looking at the stars with the guy you like, and never thinking you’re worthy of it. Actually getting it is amazing. I don’t know what to say. I should probably stop talking altogether before I make a fool of myself.”

“No, no, keep making a fool of yourself. It actually reads a lot more like something awesome.”

“Now I know you’re just full of it,” she said.

But her cheeks were tugging at the corners of her mouth anyway.