Work Me Up

“Yes!” I shake my head, but I can’t stop smiling either, in spite of myself. “I planned this trip as a surprise for you. But you still managed to surprise me even more.”

He laughs. Then he dips down to kiss me again, slower this time, like the slow heating of a car engine as it revs along a highway. Our whole life feels just like that now, in fact. An open road of possibility, just waiting for us to floor the gas, and speed along it.

I can’t wait to see where Antonio and I race to next.