Page 190 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

He chuckles. “God, I love you so fucking much.”

He looks down at me, and I grin. “I know.”

I push onto my tiptoes, and he bends down to kiss me.

“This is the advantage of having me as your girlfriend,” I tell him once he pulls away.

He just looks at me after that. He doesn’t give me a smartass comment or tease. It’s just this soft, almost overwhelmed look I don’t quite know what to do with.

“Katie,” he says after a second, “you’re my best friend.”

I reach up and hold his face carefully between my hands.

“Yeah?” I whisper. “You’re mine too.”

Chapter 69

Michael

After our shower, Katie insists we grab snacks before we go to the theater room. The pantry’s completely hers now—Skittles, Milky Ways, popcorn, Dr. Pepper, the cereal she used to eat as a kid, and Fruit Roll-Ups she keeps buying for me. I don’t even question it anymore. I just reach for them.

“So what are we watching?” I ask, dropping into one of the recliners.

She’s got everything set up already, snacks laid out, and the remote in hand.

“What decade are we pulling from?” she asks, looking at me. “You want something new? Or something vintage. You know. Your era.”

“Fuck you,” I say, smiling.

“You already did that. You don’t get a repeat tonight.”

“You should be very grateful I love you.”

She gives a small shrug. “Right back at you.”

I reach for the remote, but she pulls it out of reach.

“No. I’m picking. You’ll choose something stupid.”

“Excuse me?” I say, already standing.

She squeals and bolts.

“No, you don’t,” I say, going after her.

She runs the length of the room, cutting around furniture, trying to stay out of reach. It doesn’t last long. I trap her in the corner.

“Michael,” she says, breathless, one hand up between us, the other hiding the remote behind her back. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” I ask.

I step in and grab her anyway, hauling her against me. She laughs harder when I lift her, tossing her over my shoulder. She squirms the whole way back, but she’s not going anywhere. I drop her onto the couch, her laughter spilling out as she lands.

I come down over her, smiling.

“What are you going to do?” she asks, her face flushed.

I lean in and kiss her, just enough to make her breathe a little harder. When I pull back, I brush her hair out of her face.