“I honestly don’t know how I feel about cruises,” Gabriel admitted. “I’d like to go, though. You know, together. If we like it, we can try the mountains next summer. Maybe a beach resort after that?”
“That’s like, two more years of vacations,” Connelly breathed, smiling stupidly. “You really think—I mean, for two more years?”
Gabriel nodded. It seemed like common sense. They’d been together long enough that a future really seemed viable. They didn’t hate each other. They got along, with plenty to chat about in the brief moments they got to see each other. If that didn’t drastically change with a vacation, then Gabriel had no problem believing they could go on for two, three years. Maybe forever, if Connelly liked that. He didn’t mention that last part. It sounded a bit too much like coha
