I blink at the smoking leaves above us. The leaves we’re probably responsible for setting fire to. I release a sigh as my eyes move back to Chase’s warm gaze. “Sadly, yes. In fact … Ugh.” I cover my burning face with my hands. “Do you think they can see us from the house?”
Chase sits up and looks across the grass toward the lake house. “Well, if they can, it’s too late now.” My laugh is half a groan as I sit up and lean against him. He puts an arm around me and kisses my temple. We watch the last rays of sunlight disappearing in the distance before he says, “I guess we should go inside.”
“Yeah, we probably should.” We get up and walk hand in hand toward the house.
“Is it silly that I’m nervous?” Chase asks. “This is almost as intimidating as having dinner with your parents. And it’s bee
