I think I might have fallen in love with him even more. I didn’t think that was possible, but every day the love I have for Micha grows stronger, especially when he does stuff like this for me.
I lean over the console toward him. “I love you,” I say, unable to help myself. “And I love the tree.”
“I love you, too,” he says and then he kisses me. By the time we stop for air, we’re both breathless and I’ve managed to climb over the console and onto his lap and his shirt’s unbuttoned… I don’t even know how it happened.
His hands are under my dress, grabbing at my flesh as he stares at me a little dazed. “So are you going to draw the tree?”
“Of course, but after I draw you first,” I say. “Because you mean more to me than anything else in the world.”
“But don’t you have a ton of drawings of me already?”
“Yeah, but I don’t have one with you sitting under this tree.”
“You have to be tired of drawing me, though.”
I shake my head. “No way. I will never get tired of you. Ever.”
“No matter how many times you say that, I will never get tired of hearing it,” he admits, and then a thoughtful expression rises on his face “So me under the tree, huh? That’s your meaningful drawing?”
“I think it is,” I say, and then we kiss for a little bit longer before we climb out of the car and walk toward the tree, happy, peaceful, and content as we live out our forever just how we want to—together.