Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

I had tried to clean up my mess as I cooked.

I had asked Mitch what he thought we should do for our one year anniversary, and he made

me promise no gifts, and no fuss. But I thought at the very least it was worth having a nice

dinner.

Sure, we made each other extravagant meals all the time, making up all sorts of special

occasions as an excuse. Our one month anniversary. Our two month anniversary when I

moved in. Our six month anniversary, when we began looking at houses.

Now that we had found and purchased an adorable house just a pinch outside of

downtown, we were anxiously waiting to get the keys in another eight weeks.

Life with Mitch was unbelievably exciting when I wanted it to be, and totally mellow when I

needed that. He understood completely when I needed some alone time to recharge, and

the guest bedroom was now my reading lounge.

As well as his coding, programming, and app development, Mitch had also become a

consultant for a few local small movie companies. I went with him once as he surveyed the

set, pointing out every way a simple stunt could be made to look more dramatic without

compromising safety.

I was glad that I hadn’t known him in that other life. I would have been terrified every day he went to work. Simply doing a little coaching enabled him to remain in the movie world, while

staying completely safe.

“Sweetie, I’m home.” Quickly wiping my hands, I rushed into my gorgeous boyfriend’s arms.

“Hey, dinner smells amazing.”

“Thanks. It just needs to simmer for about ten more minutes.”

“Perfect, come with me.” He took my hand and led me to the front window, looking out over

an absolutely beautiful view of a large park. “In two months, our living room will be

overlooking our own backyard,” he grinned.

I stretched up to kiss him. “I can’t believe we found such a perfect house.”

He looked oddly serious for a moment. “There’s a lot of pressure for people to get things

perfect sometimes.”

I shrugged. “To be honest, I think that the obsession for perfection is a bit unhealthy. How

about just doing things very well? That should be good enough.” I smiled up at him. “But I’m

pretty sure dinner turned out perfectly, so don’t worry.”