“I don’t want to hook up just for the weekend. I’m yours, Jason Spearman, for as long as you’ll have me.” He flashes me an ear-splitting grin. He kisses me on the head. “Good. You already stole my heart, Eileen McBean,” Jason says. “At this point, I’m not sure you’ll ever give it back, and I can’t live without it. Without you.” I laugh, leaning in for another kiss. Getting drenched in more sprinkler water feels poetic. Perfect.
