“Because you do.” She kissed me again, harder this time. “You matter to me, Joey Lynch.” “I shouldn’t,” I choked out, forcing my body to remain rigid and not fold into her like a huge part of me wanted to. “And yet you still do,” she whispered, knotting her fingers in my hair. “And what’s more, I matter to you, too.” She smiled. “And it scares the hell out of you.”
