“I want more than one night with you,” he says, reaching over to take my hand. And I squeeze his hand because holy crap, what do you say to that? I’m feeling warm all over, the kind of warmth that makes you feel good to the marrow of your bones. As we speed along the highway, I suddenly realize I, too, want more than just one night. And the thought is like lightning streaking through me because I’ve never, ever felt this way about anyone, and it’s damn scary.
