Joy couldn’t stop kissing Scott, but she needed to stop kissing Scott. They broke the kiss together and breathed in together, and it felt very much like they should be planning the rest of their lives together.
“Call me when you get there,” he whispered.
“The airport?” she whispered back. “Or Sweet Water Falls?”
“Both,” he said, drawing back to his full height. “Then I’ll know you made it to both places safely.” He didn’t wear an ounce of pain in his eyes—only happiness and desire. Joy felt so wanted and so necessary to him, and she could admit she hadn’t felt that way in a relationship in a long, long time.
“Okay,” she said, because she really had to leave now. She had to drive back to the airport and turn in her rental car, check her bag, and get through security. She should’ve left
