I want to ask him what happens next. Where do we go from here?
But the sunrise is too beautiful, and he's too warm, and I'm too tired of overthinking everything.
So instead, I just lean my head against his shoulder and let myself exist in this fragile, perfect moment for as long as it lasts.
It does come to an end eventually.
When the sun is high enough that the world no longer feels like it's just ours, and joggers and dogwalkers keep passing along the lake's edge to remind us that there are in fact other people on the planet, we disentangle.
"Guess that's that," I say.
"Yeah. Guess so."
"We've got work today."
He nods. "Yep. We do."
"I can't be late. My boss is a real asshole."
Andrew chuckles. "Need me to kick his ass for you?"
"I'd pay good money to see that," I giggle in response. "He deserves a good ass-beating."
"Couldn't agree more."
Andrew helps me out of the trunk.
