“Beckett. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to know you. And when you kissed me—” I can’t hold back a little sob, half amused at the memory of kissing him at that stupid frat party, half so overwhelmed by love I can’t stand it. “—I knew where I wanted us to end up. It took a little while, but I wouldn’t change the path for anything. Not when it led me to you.” “James,” I whisper. “I want every moment with you, good and bad. When I think of my future, you come to mind before anything else. I mean it.” “I know you do.”
