Promised (The Promised Series)

down, once again, and all I can think of is how much I want to see that look in her eyes more. This whole mess has taken its toll on her, just as much as it has me, and I sometimes forget that.
    “Surprises can be fun.” I tell her, pulling my keys out of my pocket and handing them over to her.
    She gets on the highway, taking us away from our small town. I spend the time quiet, going between watching the world zoom by outside my window and watching how comfortable Wyn has become behind the wheel of a car in such a short time. No offense to Mother Nature, but watching Wyn is way more captivating.
    For the first time since I’ve seen her, she’s wearing plain blue jeans. Okay, maybe not completely plain. They’re skinny jeans that have holes shredded in the knees. But for a girl who’s usually decked out to the nines, this is probably as dressed down as she gets. Her top is a plain white tank, but she’s topped it with a peach colored cardigan that has an intricate embroidered design across her back. Her feet are surprisingly missing her heeled boots that I’ve come to think of as her signature footwear; instead, she paired the outfit with dark brown ballet flats. Her four leaf clover charm is hanging from her neck, right where it’s been since I gave it to her for Christmas. Even when she was pushing me away last month, I noticed she never took it off. It was one of the few things through that time that put a smile on my face.
    Reaching out, I wrap one of her curls around my finger. “Are you going to give me any clues?”
    “Nope.” Her eyes stray from the road to catch my pouting lips which causes her to grin.
    “Not even one little one.”
    “We’ll be there soon. I think you can wait till then.”
    I unfasten my seat belt so I can get closer. Pressing a kiss to her neck and trailing my lips up to her ear, I whisper. “I bet I know how to get you to spill your secrets.”
    “I have no doubts about your skills at getting me to spill secrets.” She says on a breathy moan.
    “So where are we going?” I ask, pressing another kiss right below her ear.
    “Mmm…a place.” She moans.
    “Tell me where.” I command, sucking her ear lobe into my mouth.
    She sucks in a sharp breath. I’m so focused on my task of getting her to spill her secrets that I haven’t even noticed we’ve come to a stop.
    She turns into me, replacing her ear with her lips. She takes her sweet time, kissing me slowly. Deeply. There’s a need there each time she does this, for her and for me. She’s burning these times into our memories, in case we can’t make anymore later.
    She pulls away. “You do have some good skills.”
    Licking her watermelon flavored lip gloss off my lips. “So do you.”
    She blushes at my words. “Too bad you decided to use them too late.”
    “How so?” I ask, my eye brows pinching together in confusion.
    She shakes her head, grinning at my confusion. Placing her hand against my cheek, she forces me to look out the front window. “You’re too late because we’re already here.”
    I stare in shock at the brick buildings connected by sidewalks and patches of grass. Shaded areas that would be ideal for sitting under in the spring are planted here and there. Most people are hurrying to get out of the cold. But when the weather warms up, I imagine the lawn will be packed with guys and girls. I face Wyn again and ask. “Are you serious?”
    Removing her hand, she looks away. “This isn’t my answer, not yet.” She takes a deep breath and releases it, then turns back to me. “But if I’m going to consider what you’ve offered, I need to do research. That’s why we’re here.”
    “Can we just walk around?”
    “I’m not sure, but we don’t have to. I’ve scheduled us for a campus tour.”
    Truly surprised, I ask. “How long have you had this planned?”
    “Only since yesterday. I got Mrs. Mandevers to arrange it; so truthfully, we’re not skipping. We’re taking advantage of our college visit days the school lets us take.”
    “This is a great idea.” I say as I climb out of the car, forcing her to follow suit to continue our conversation.
    “You’re not disappointed?” She asks, joining me at the front of the car.
    I wait as she buttons up her coat and then I grab her hand. “Not at all. This shows me that you’re really considering what I’ve offered.”
    “I don’t deserve you.” She says as she kisses my cheek.
    “I think you have that backwards, but we won’t