“I know we can’t, like, go on a real date or anything, but this is the closest thing I could think of. I’m trying to get us out of our bubble and you out of your head.” Miller turns to me with a wide smile. “Who knew you were a lame-ass romantic.” “Ha-ha.” I shove him, but he’s quick and takes hold of my wrist, bringing me against him. “I love it.” He holds me tight, our breaths mixing as he inches closer. Before he can close the distance and kiss me, which would effectively throw us off course, I smile and grip his hips, spinning him in the direction of the picnic.
