what would happen faded for now. Although I still didn't know much about him, I definitely wanted to learn more. I knew he was eighteen, he was from Liverpool and a bit about his family, but most of that information came from Uncle Ethan, who got it from Henry's father, Charles. Henry, on the other hand, knew practically everything about me.
"What's the matter, love?" Henry asked.
"Just thinking," I said. Then I realized we were already in his car. How long had I been in this daze? "We've been like...this...for over a month now, right?"
"Yeah," Henry said. "Is this an anniversary thing?"
"No...it's not one of those things." I looked out the windshield. "I was just thinking that I don't know much about you really."
"What's there to know?" Henry asked.
"Favorite color, song, person, movie maybe," I said.
"Blue, like your eyes; Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys; you; and Pulp Fiction ," Henry said.
"Oh," I started. "Wait...you said 'you'."
"Yeah," Henry assured me.
"I'm your favorite person?" I interrogated him. Henry pulled into my driveway, put the car in park, leaned over and kissed me, catching me off guard. I leaned closer to him, pressing my lips harder against his.
"Does that answer your question, babe?" Henry asked, smirking. I smiled softly.
I got my bag and, after climbing out of the car, looked back so many times I was surprised I didn't bump into anything. I waved at Henry, saw him wave back, then I went into the house, where I leaned against the door and sighed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I SAT IN the front seat, earphones in my ears, listening to the band that Henry mentioned he liked, Arctic Monkeys. I felt my phone vibrate against my hip and flipped it open to read Henry's message:
Sooo bored. I wasn't made for 2 hr drives.
I smiled and sent a reply back.
Same. I got music tho.
It was barely a minute before I got another text.
What music?
I smiled even more and told him I was listening to his favorite band, which he thought was "brilliant."
The long Thanksgiving weekend had arrived and I was spending the whole of it away from my friends and Henry. I didn't know how I was going to survive. Thank God my cell phone had service at the cottage. My phone vibrated again and I saw a message from Lena.
Town sucks without U.
I smiled and put the phone in camera mode, turned it around and stuck out my tongue at it. It took a few tries, but I finally got a good one and sent it to Lena with a message:
Ha ha!
An hour later, we pulled up outside the cottage. It was a cute, chalet-style building surrounded by thick woods and fronting the beautiful Severn Lake, which was large enough for swimming and canoeing but small enough that it didn't attract too many visitors every year.
I got a text from Henry saying that he had arrived at his cottage and I told him I had arrived at mine. He texted back saying that he wished I was there and I sent him a picture of me making a kissy face.
"Alright, guys, let's get our things put away," Uncle Ethan said after I had woken Megan up by slamming the door.
She grumbled as she got her stuff from the trunk and shot a dirty look. I smirked at her as I got my own stuff and went to my room. It was a little smaller than my room back home and it had wood panelled walls, a cathedral ceiling and an enormous window looking out over the lake. I loved the atmosphere out there, it could have been the setting for one of those fairy tales my mom used to read me when I was little.
I unpacked and changed into jeans and a black sweater before bouncing down the stairs. Uncle Ethan was getting a fire started and Megan was lying on the couch reading. I couldn't shake the good feeling I got up here, even if it was a little isolated. Then I got another text from Henry, saying he had decided to explore the surrounding area. I texted him saying that was a good idea and that I'd do the same.
"I'm going for a walk," I said. Uncle Ethan nodded and I went outside through the forest off to the
"What's the matter, love?" Henry asked.
"Just thinking," I said. Then I realized we were already in his car. How long had I been in this daze? "We've been like...this...for over a month now, right?"
"Yeah," Henry said. "Is this an anniversary thing?"
"No...it's not one of those things." I looked out the windshield. "I was just thinking that I don't know much about you really."
"What's there to know?" Henry asked.
"Favorite color, song, person, movie maybe," I said.
"Blue, like your eyes; Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys; you; and Pulp Fiction ," Henry said.
"Oh," I started. "Wait...you said 'you'."
"Yeah," Henry assured me.
"I'm your favorite person?" I interrogated him. Henry pulled into my driveway, put the car in park, leaned over and kissed me, catching me off guard. I leaned closer to him, pressing my lips harder against his.
"Does that answer your question, babe?" Henry asked, smirking. I smiled softly.
I got my bag and, after climbing out of the car, looked back so many times I was surprised I didn't bump into anything. I waved at Henry, saw him wave back, then I went into the house, where I leaned against the door and sighed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I SAT IN the front seat, earphones in my ears, listening to the band that Henry mentioned he liked, Arctic Monkeys. I felt my phone vibrate against my hip and flipped it open to read Henry's message:
Sooo bored. I wasn't made for 2 hr drives.
I smiled and sent a reply back.
Same. I got music tho.
It was barely a minute before I got another text.
What music?
I smiled even more and told him I was listening to his favorite band, which he thought was "brilliant."
The long Thanksgiving weekend had arrived and I was spending the whole of it away from my friends and Henry. I didn't know how I was going to survive. Thank God my cell phone had service at the cottage. My phone vibrated again and I saw a message from Lena.
Town sucks without U.
I smiled and put the phone in camera mode, turned it around and stuck out my tongue at it. It took a few tries, but I finally got a good one and sent it to Lena with a message:
Ha ha!
An hour later, we pulled up outside the cottage. It was a cute, chalet-style building surrounded by thick woods and fronting the beautiful Severn Lake, which was large enough for swimming and canoeing but small enough that it didn't attract too many visitors every year.
I got a text from Henry saying that he had arrived at his cottage and I told him I had arrived at mine. He texted back saying that he wished I was there and I sent him a picture of me making a kissy face.
"Alright, guys, let's get our things put away," Uncle Ethan said after I had woken Megan up by slamming the door.
She grumbled as she got her stuff from the trunk and shot a dirty look. I smirked at her as I got my own stuff and went to my room. It was a little smaller than my room back home and it had wood panelled walls, a cathedral ceiling and an enormous window looking out over the lake. I loved the atmosphere out there, it could have been the setting for one of those fairy tales my mom used to read me when I was little.
I unpacked and changed into jeans and a black sweater before bouncing down the stairs. Uncle Ethan was getting a fire started and Megan was lying on the couch reading. I couldn't shake the good feeling I got up here, even if it was a little isolated. Then I got another text from Henry, saying he had decided to explore the surrounding area. I texted him saying that was a good idea and that I'd do the same.
"I'm going for a walk," I said. Uncle Ethan nodded and I went outside through the forest off to the
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