“I’m not hiding you from him. Plus, he already knows we had a thing this summer.” “He does?” I ask, then wince at the implication. “Yeah, I mean, we weren’t that subtle, so I guess I’m not shocked that he saw us making out at the rink.” “Oops. Your fault. All that padding really does something for me.” He leans forward with both hands on the mattress to kiss me again. “Better for him to see his dad acting like a horny teenager in love than wondering if he’s taken a vow of celibacy.” “Did you say love?” My smile widens. He’s already told me he loved me once, but I’m dying to hear it again.
