With a shake of his head, he goes for my hands, gently prying off one finger after the other. “We already talked about you jumping me. It was the hottest thing, the absolute highlight of my life. And about my mom, I don’t mind if she knows about us. Do you?” That gets my attention. “Us?” “Yes, Em. Us. You and me.” He tilts his head to the side, studying me. “If it hasn’t been obvious, I like you, and I’d like to see where this is going. Unless that’s not what you want.”
