"You're adorable," he said once he stopped laughing.
Those two words, such a small compliment, yet they filled me with so much warmth. I slid across the seat so I was right next to him, and then I placed a kiss to his cheek. "You're not so bad yourself."
I rested my head on his shoulder as he drove. I still had no idea where he was taking me. He passed Roaring Brook Falls and continued down Route 73. Finally, Trent turned right. The road, mostly desolate, was twisty and wound up a mountain. He made another turn, this time onto a road that looked as though it hadn't been used in years. I sat up straight and looked around. He stopped in front of a towering wrought-iron gate.
"Uh, where are we?"
"You'll find out." He put the truck in park and took the keys out of the ignition. Then he turned to face me. "We need to walk from here, but I have to tell you something first."