“Because I love you,” he says, and I freeze. “Anyone would know it. They only need one look at me when you walk into a room to see it. I love you, Summer.” His thumb strokes my cheek, and when he touches me, I feel like one of those lava cakes that oozes warm chocolate from its center. “I want to do everything with you, and I want you to do everything with me.” I blink away the tears. “Sounds possessive.” “It is.” He pulls me by my jacket and claims my lips. “You and me, Preston. That’s the only way I want it.”
