Overruled

by Lana Ferguson

Ezra is still smiling that shit-eating grin, and I shoot him a wary look. “What?” “You and I make sparks fly,” he says, looking proud of himself.

“I came over here because seeing you was the only thing in the world that I could think of that might make this day less of a goddamned nightmare.”

Bad feelings make us strong. If there are no bad feelings, we would not appreciate the good ones. Understand?”

“Dani,” he laughs, actually laughs. “I walked away from that woman whose face I can’t even remember because from the second I saw you, for every fucking moment since—there hasn’t been anyone in my head but you.” He laughs again. “You might as well live there now.”

“Everything about you is a fucking dream. You’re so smart. Even when you’re using that big brain to kick my ass, I’m in awe of you. You’re so beautiful it damn near hurts to look at you. All I think about is touching you, tasting you. I can barely get anything done most days without thinking about it.”

“Don’t you know?” I lean in, brushing my lips across hers, smiling. “I’ve loved you for ages, Dani. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

you’d really be okay with that? It could get awkward if you were to…change your mind about me one day.” “Dani.” I have to force myself to meet his gaze again, my chest fluttering with nerves. “Yeah?” “You’re being stupid again.” I narrow my eyes, but he just laughs, pulling me up for a hard kiss. “I am never”—his lips press to my cheek—“ever”—they briefly touch between my eyes—“changing my mind about you. You’re stuck with me, Sour Patch.” I hate how needy my voice sounds. “Forever?” “Abso-fucking-lutely,” he says firmly. His lips find mine again, holding them for so long he’s practically breathing me in. “There’s never going to be a ‘last time,’ Dani. Not for you and me.”