“Kiss me,” I half demand, half beg. She obliges, pressing a tame yet intoxicating kiss to my mouth. I’m vaguely aware of cheers and catcalls rising around us. “I missed you last night,” she says, breaking the kiss with a twinkle in her hazel eyes. “But I used my time well and made this epic sign.” My gaze drops to the thick cardboard she holds up for me. PENDER, LET ME SEE THAT TIGHT END. I shake my head. “Is that drawing supposed to be my ass in uniform?” “It’s an uncanny likeness.” Her eyes glow with happiness—or maybe that’s just all the glitter reflecting from the sign. “I love you.”
