Page 76 of Close Your Eyes
“I can picture you two causing a lot of trouble.”
I blush. “Maybe we caused some, but we weren’t too bad.”
Posey steps up closer to me. “I know you’re a good man. I’m happy I know you.”
I set the fishing supplies down and wrap my arms around her, bringing her closer to me. “Why do you sound like you’re never going to see me again?”
She sighs heavily. “I’m just hoping everything works out.”
I bend at the knees, so I’m on eye level with her. I stare into her eyes. “It will. You have to visualize the perfect life we’re going to have together.”
This gets her to smile wide. “Well, so far it’s pretty perfect. I can’t think of anything better I’d rather do than fish with you right now.”
I squeeze her ass. “I can think of a few things.”
She laughs, pushing at my chest as I tug her closer to me. “You’re incorrigible.”
I let go of her as we start to set up. She shows me how to bait a hook with the worms we bought from a local bait shop. Her hands move skillfully, and I can't help but admire her ease and confidence. For the next few hours, we sit together under the bright yellow sun, casting our hooks and waiting for a fish to bite. The tranquil sound of the water lapping against the shore and the occasional rustle of the trees make the time feel almost magical. She catches something small, and we gently remove the hook from its mouth before throwing it back into the lake.
“Is this how it was?” I ask her, curious about her past.
“Fishing with my father?” she replies, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.
I nod. “Yeah.”
She grins, the sunlight dancing off her kissable skin, her hair swaying slightly in the breeze. “It’s something I want for my future. I want to be able to teach my kids to fish. I want to spend that special time with them. It goes by so quickly.”
“So, you want kids?” I ask her, feeling a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
She gazes at me, her eyes searching mine. “I do. Do you?” There's a touch of worry in her eyes as she waits for my answer.
“I want to make you happy. Forever.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question.” She laughs lightly, her voice like music to my ears.
“Greer’s pregnant, and Dev and Chloe just had a baby. It’s crazy that they’re moving on with their lives, and I’m here. I never thought I’d be somebody who had a woman by my side. And I never even thought twice about having kids, but now that I’ve got you, yes, I can see me having kids.”
“I love you,” she says slowly, savoring each word.
I lean into her, holding the pole with one hand and wrapping the other arm around her shoulders. “I love you, Posey.”
We sit there, wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling the warmth of the sun and the promise of a future filled with love and shared dreams.
“Don’t worry,” I say, tugging her hand as we step into the Atta Boy Brewery and Restaurant. “You look great.”
Posey’s all dolled up in a baby-blue sundress with a light white cardigan draped over her shoulders. The color complements her eyes, making them sparkle even more.
“I feel like everyone is staring at us,” she whispers, glancing around nervously.
“They’re only staring because of how beautiful you are,” I reassure her, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.
After fishing, we went back to the B&B and made love a few more times, savoring each other before getting dressed and heading out for food. Now, with a pleasant tiredness in our limbs and a contentment in our hearts, we’re ready for a hearty meal.
The rustic charm of the brewery welcomes us with warm wooden accents and the inviting scent of freshly brewed beer. Soft, ambient lighting casts a cozy glimmer over the patrons, who are engaged in lively conversations and laughter.
“I’ve heard great things about this place,” I tell her as we find a table near the large windows, which offer a view of the picturesque town outside. The owners of Atta Boy Brewery are friends of mine, and I’ve always wanted to try out their menu.
The friendly waiter arrives, and we order a couple of their craft beers along with a selection of their most popular dishes. As we wait, I take in the details of the restaurant—the exposed brick walls, the collection of vintage beer bottles displayed on shelves, and the soft hum of live acoustic music in the background.