The day before Canadian Thanksgiving weekend, I linger in Elizabeth's class until even Audrey gives up and slinks out, her camera bag over her shoulder. The second the door closes behind her, I look up to see Elizabeth watching me with that smile I now recognize. I throw a last cautious glance at the door and saunter over to put my arms around her neck. Her hands settle on my lower back, so easy and comfortable like they're meant to be there.
"So how are we going to do this?" I whisper in her ear.
"Go to your place and pack your weekend bag. Get some comfy shoes you can walk in..."
"I can walk in all my shoes, I'll have you know." I giggle.
"Good. You're not one of those girls who wears spike heels to go hiking on a mountain and then I have to carry her to the top because her feet hurt?"
"No, definitely not. Is that where we're going?"
She gives an infuriating shrug. "And bring a bathing suit."
