“Now kiss me and make it worth it.” Wholeheartedly complying with her wishes, I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, shivering when I felt the familiar jolt of excitement shoot through me at the feel of her lips on mine. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered the words, “Ride or die, Joe.” My heart gunned ferociously in my chest, because I knew she meant it, and when I whispered the words, “Ride or die, Molloy,” I knew I meant it, too. More than anything.
