“I love you,” he whispered. “I tried really fucking hard not to, but—” “I know.” “You do?” I pulled back just far enough to find his eyes. I didn’t want there to be any mistake. “I love you, too. Knew it that night at Kacey’s party. Knew it that night in your bedroom. Knew it that night in your car with Cam—God, did I know it then. I couldn’t stop looking at you. I—” “Shut up,” he murmured, and hooked a hand around the back of my neck, dragging my mouth back to his.
