“What else don’t I know about you?” He laughed, moving forward and cupping my cheek. “I’m nothing but an open book now, I promise. This is my last secret.” “Why don’t I believe you?” I whispered and he stamped his mouth firmly to mine. “You will,” he promised and I tasted that promise on my lips. “I’ll give you the play by play of my entire life when we get back if that’s what you want, but we’ve gotta go.” He snatched my hand, tugging me toward his closet and a smile pulled at my mouth for the fact that he didn’t even have to ask if I wanted to come. Of course I damn well did.
