He arrived right at six. I sucked in my breath at the sight of him. I’d nearly forgotten how stunning he was, all Chris-Pine-like. I kissed him hello. I forgot to unkiss him, but it was early in the morning, my mind not working as fast as my lips. Plus, there was that eighteen-year-old thing again. I’d be nineteen in a short while. I tended to doubt much would change, hormonal-wise.
“Nice to see you, too, Lucas,” he said, eyelids fluttering open, post-kiss. “How are things?”
I handed him a spare mask and a hat. “Coffee?” I replied.
He grinned. “Deflect much?”
I handed him the coffee I had waiting for him. That and a bagel. Day old, but they were cheaper at the shop that way. The jelly was new, though. Points for that?
In any case, we drove to the trailhead as we bobbed our heads to Br
