“Don…”
“I think you need a guy to rip that off you.”
She hammers on my wrists, and reluctantly, I let go.
“I’ll be back,” I say to her panties.
“Don…”
“So—where were we?” I look up into her face. “Oh, that’s right. We got to the part where you miss me—you miss me so much, you can’t imagine how you ever ran away like that.”
She flips her hair over her face, and I smooth the curls back, feeling their softness slip between my fingers like butter. She’s blushing, and she’s so beautiful when she opens up like this. Something in me gives—I’ve won, I realize. It’s time to give up the fight.I won.
“If you wanted me to be your boyfriend, that’s all you had to say. You didn’t need to pull all this shit. I mean, I’ve enjoyed watching you try to win me over,” I add. “But the truth is, I loved you since I first set eyes on you.”
She gasps. “Seriously?”
“No.” I laugh. “But that line always seems to work in books.”
“You aresuchan asshole.”
“Hey! You were the one who put us on a break—you’re the bad guy here.”
“Think of it as a cliff-hanger.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, please. There was no cliff-hanger—we all knew you’d see the light in the end.”
She crinkles her nose, and I know she knows I’m right. I predict a comeback in three, two, one…
“I’m gonna wax your balls in your sleep.”
Right on the money.
“Whatever turns you on, babe. Kiss and make up?”
She props herself up on her elbows and leans in, but I decide to toy with her a little, tilting back, forcing her farther up and into me.
“Don…”
I meet her mouth mid-sentence, covering her lips, rolling my tongue against hers. Her legs wrap around my hips, her arms snake around my neck. I can sense her releasing, giving herself over to me, and I moan into her mouth. I didn’t know kissing her could get any better.
“That’s when I fell in love with you, Carrie Wolinski,” I whisper. “When you spilled the milk for me—when you kissed me that day for the first time.”
“You’re such a romantic.”
“Your turn.”
She frowns. “My turn to what?”
“To tell me how much you love me and when it started.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“That’s what good girlfriends do.” I give her a quick squeeze. “When did you know?”
“When I poured milk on you.”
“So, twenty minutes ago?”
