My face flushed hot with relief, and I smiled a little. "I'm in love with you, Matthew Hawkins." Matthew braced his hands on the wall, effectively caging me in. His forehead rested against mine, and he exhaled. "Again." I smoothed my hands up his chest and gripped his neck tightly. "I'm in love with you." He kissed my temple, then my cheek, the tip of my nose, on either side of my mouth, just shy of my lips, which sought out his. He chuckled. "Again," he whispered over my lips. "I'm so in love with—"
