“Then you should probably try it while you have the chance, Olivia,” he says softly, his mouth pressed to my ear, “because I’m going to be the first and the last.” I want to not smile at that but I can’t help myself. “The last, huh? Pretty sure of yourself.” He rolls us over until I’m on my back and looms over me, clearly no longer sleepy. “Yes,” he says. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
