Year Two (Kingmakers, #2)

by Sophie Lark

“I’d say nobody on this dance floor looks better than you.”

Kissing Miles is like dancing with him. We’re perfectly in sync. Time melts away. I can’t get enough of it, I can’t seem to stop.

“How many next times will there be?” “Infinite,” he says.

“I love you,” I say, without thinking, without planning.

“All the best days have been with you.

“You make me so happy,” he says, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’ve changed my whole life,” I tell him in return.