“Wow. That’s …” I swallow the lump in my throat, about to float away on a euphoric high from his tender admission. That’s way better than just blurting out “I love you.” He cups my chin with his palms. “You were made for me. I am madly in love with you, Calla Fletcher.” His mouth catches mine in a deceptively soft kiss that threatens to buckle my knees. It draws a moan from deep within me, the agonizing month-long wait to feel Jonah’s lips against mine finally over.
