“You love me?” I whisper. “You’re a smart girl, Ava. You knew I was in love with you that first night.” I smile, letting the giddy excitement of Jaime Wilde loving me crash over me. “You know I love you too, right? Maybe not from the very first night, I’m not a psycho, and you were really grumpy, but—” I start, then giggle when he tackles me to the bed hovering over me. “Okay, okay, I
