Chapter 8
Rory
Wedecidetodrive the Pacific Coast Highway from Los Angeles to San Francisco for the views. We were also hoping to avoid any major traffic delays on the interstate. But it's like fate decides West and I deserved more time together because an hour into our trip, there is a major backup due to several car accidents.
After an hour in traffic, only to move about five miles, I text Nate.
Me: Been in traffic for an hour already.
I attach a photo of the backup.
Nate: Of course, you hit traffic when you are finally on your way here * eye roll emoji *
Me: It's a sign. I'm going to head home instead * laughing emoji *
Nate: Don’t you dare.
Me:We will be there... eventually.
Nate:Be safe.
I have a very similar conversation with my parents before putting my phone down and turning to West.
"It’s a sign, isn't it?"
"What is?" he asks, reaching over and taking my hand in his now that it's free again.
"This backed up traffic. It's delaying us because things are going to go horribly at the wedding. Not for Nate and Mandy, but for us."
He squeezes my hand. "You can't think like that. Positive thoughts only. See, the road is opening up."
Sure enough, as we round the next curve, we can see the accident, and just past it, traffic starts moving again. The drive is beautiful the rest of the day. After we stop for lunch and are on the road again, we begin seeing the signs for San Francisco telling us we’re getting closer and closer. But my stomach sinks more and more.
Just on the other side of San Francisco is Napa Valley and the destination I've been dreading for a week now. Almost like West can sense my dread, he pulls off the highway in Carmel-by-the-Sea.
"What are you doing?" I ask as he pulls into a historic little hotel.
He turns to me. "One more night. I need one more night with you," he pleads in a tone that sounds as desperate as I feel.
When I nod in agreement, he's out of the car and checking us in before I even get a text off to my brother that we’re stopping tonight due to traffic and will be there tomorrow. I put my phone on silent and join West as he leaves the reception desk with our keys.
Once In our room, he does my favorite thing after dropping our stuff to the floor. He pins me to the door in a kiss so hot and full of desire my pussy spasms. But he doesn’t let the kiss go too far.
"I have to feed you. The hotel has a restaurant, and I thought we could watch the sunset on the beach. We can walk there from here."
"Sounds perfect." I try to pull him in for another kiss.
"If I kiss you again, we won't leave this room," he groans.
"I don't see a problem with that." I try to pull him down again.
"Don't get me wrong. I want you," he grinds his erection into me. "But this is more than sex for me. I want to watch the sunset on the beach in California with my girlfriend before we both get sucked into the chaos of my best friend’s wedding."
My heart flutters, and I forget to breathe when he calls me his girlfriend. It's the first time he's done so, and for it to be here and for such a romantic reason, I couldn't think of better timing if I tried.
"That sounds like the perfect date."
And it is. At dinner, we talk, and we laugh and have a really great time with some good food. As we walk to the beach, hand in hand, we enjoy the last bit of freedom we’ll have to touch each other freely. Though neither of us says it out loud.