But I’m itching to get Wish alone.“Did you mean it, about sleeping out on the water?” I ask.“Can we? I don’t have a change of clothes, but maybe we can swing by your house from the lakeside?”“Or we can dock up there in the morning.” I untie us and gesture for him to take the wheel as I tuck the ropes away. “We can anchor over by the park campgrounds. It’s quiet out there at night, even on a holiday weekend. Or we can anchor by my place, in case we change our minds about that tiny bed.”“The park sounds really nice. Tiny bed means sleeping closer to you.”He makes me smile, a completely wild, unself-conscious smile. And he has no idea what a gift he gives me every time. I’m a guy who calculates each emotion I let cross my face. But tonight, with him, I don’t care if he sees my feelings as they happen. I’m not afraid, or trying to jockey for position. I’m here, with him, and free.“You should smile like that more often,” he says, slowing us to a stop. “I don’t know where the park is; you’ll have to drive.”But he doesn’t move out of the captain’s chair, so I sit on his lap.He wraps an arm around my waist and widens his legs to cradle me comfortably.
