But I also want Thanksgiving to be the day Elliot and I sit on the floor, just the two of us in our underwear, eating turkey off the bone. I want to celebrate an anniversary in bed all day, having conversations with our mouths only an inch apart.
I’m ready.
So, I step out onto the cracked parking lot, unsteady in heels, trying to walk gracefully toward him. What I really want to do is jump into his arms, but I manage to keep it together, coming to a stop a foot away. He smells so good, and when he pushes his sunglasses up, his eyes seem nearly amber in the sun. The opening words I’ve been rehearsing over and over for the past month—When I left Christian’s house, I went to the cabin. I fell asleep on the floor, and that’s where Dad found me—fade away into a distant echo.
Elliot presses the flowers into my hand and bends, kissing me just below my jaw, right where my pulse is the wildest.
I bend and inhale the flowers—they don’t actually smell like anything, but they are so brightly colored, they’re nearly fluorescent. “Flowers. Aren’t you the perfect wedding date?”
“I picked them over there,” he admits, nodding to a small patch of unruly weeds at the edge of the property. When he turns back and grins, he looks eighteen again. “Mom wouldn’t let me take a rose from the suite.”
He looks me over, his gaze heated as it moves up my chest, my neck, my face. I’m wearing a new dress, and I admit I feel pretty awesome. It’s fitted crushed silk—a blaze of orange and red with small, beaded spaghetti straps. It makes my brown skin seem golden.
Our eyes meet, and I feel my smile explode across my face. We’re going to unload everything later. The anticipation of the burden being lifted makes me feel weightless.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Ready.”
Elliot puts the car in park in front of the enormous Victorian estate, and the engine ticks in the resulting silence. Turning to me, he asks quietly, “You okay?”
It was a ten-minute drive; there’s no chance he missed my death grip on the door handle the entire time.
“I’m good.”
“Okay,” he says now on an exhale, and stops me from getting out with a hand on my bare leg, just above my knee. The touch feels loaded, and he seems to realize it at the same time I do, dragging his fingers away. “Let me.”
He hops out, jogs around the front of his beat-up Civic, and opens my door with a chivalrous flourish.
Behind him, Madrona Manor rises up like something from a fairy tale, with wide sweeping lawns framing the expansive estate. It’s a distant cry from the L&M Motel. Obviously, I could have stayed in the Healdsburg house I actually own—there aren’t any vacationers currently renting—but although we’re unburdening ourselves later, the idea of staying there alone, without Dad, seemed mildly depressing.
Elliot stands, waiting for me to climb out and finally reaching a hand forward. “Are you stuck?”
No, just silently melting at the sight of you.
I push up, letting him take my hand once I’m standing. “I’m good. Just . . . it’s beautiful here.”
Because it’s chilly out, I’m wearing a wrap around my shoulders, and Elliot takes one step forward, adjusting it where it’s slipped down my arm.
“There.” He runs a thumb over the curve of my shoulder beneath the wrap. His skin is lighter against mine, and the contrast in color looks perfect. “Are you going to be warm enough?”
I nod, hooking my arm through his as we make our way toward the main building. It’s midday, and the sun shimmers over the tops of the trees, leaving the edges honeyed and gold. Nestled in the hills above Sonoma County, Madrona Manor is surrounded by acres and acres of wooded property and overlooks vast fields of grapevines. Garden grounds seem to spread in every direction. In truth, I should be more curious about this hallowed place, but being near Elliot after taking a month to think about everything, having his body pressed right up against mine and knowing at any second I could stop him, turn to him, kiss him . . . I feel like I’m peeking over the lip of a canyon and at the bottom is a giant ball pit; I just want to dive in and play.
Inside the manor, the hall extends straight forward, with rooms coming off the main entrance. Elliot plans to go upstairs and check on Andreas