“Hey.” He tilts his head to the side. “You okay, sweetheart?” I swallow and straighten a little. “Yeah.” Cupping the side of his face, I rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. “You ready to go home?” I ask him. He grins, and it’s such an effortless gesture that it pulls at my eager heartstrings. “Yeah, let’s go home,” he answers, then kisses me.
I need moreee
