Locke’s fingers slid under the hem of my T-shirt and traced a lopsided figure eight on my back. “Want to watch a movie?” “That’s okay.” I didn’t think I could focus on anything right now. “We could play a video game,” he offered. “No thanks.” “We could make out.” That had a surprised laugh bubbling out of me. I pulled back to take him in. “I do like making out with you.” A hint of pink hit Locke’s cheeks. “Good to know.” I brushed the brown strands from his face, taking in the beautiful gray eyes behind his black-framed glasses. “I love you.”
